i could pour for me
some chocolates and tea
but gulping down his lie
Spilt all of the liquid love onto my chest
and so he became
the splashy ring
beneath my spilled coffee
sticky and hot against my skin
a presence that was physically endearing
and mentally exhilarating
yet eventually exhausting at my core
he vaguely pooled beneath each aspect of me
dripping beneath my fingertips
oozing upon my upper lip
and wasting away
leaving crusting scars within fragility
he left deeply swirled stains
against my angelically white skirt
on which i rested him
as if it were a coaster
worthy
of such a devilish drink
if I could define it more simply,
it would just be,
so messy.
yet so sweet.
~vivi
