you comb the glass out of my hair with your fingers.
sharing silent & shaky smiles; we are sunset-strong kids.
well, yes honey, the storm’s over. but damn it all if we ever stop being afraid.
runaway.it catches in my breath when i look at her. she’s unaware, soft and silent,runaway. by a-girl-named-divine
the sort of girl who exists best backstage, because she’d be blinding on the podium.
so i’d sit there on the bleachers and pen her down. metaphor after metaphor,
all sapphic verses dedicated to everything she was and everything i wasn’t.
there i am, lying on a hotel mattress. your friends are kind enough to me, but they’re not my friends.
i don’t think i have any friends, anymore. other than you, that is. the rest of them, well
you could say they did themselves in. you could say that we don’t talk anymore.
you could say a lot of things.
so here i am, equipped with mediocre poetry and a bleeding tongue.
there’s a girl in a sports jersey, she’s number 5 and she won’t kiss me.
i’m learning to focus on what’s left behind rather than what’s gone.
and it rains. how it rains. it pours and i let the storm swallow me.
i am made of too m
sapphic and starwoven girlsmy love, there will be momentssapphic and starwoven girls by a-girl-named-divine
when the world holds its breath.
i'm reaching for you, but
we're too far. i don't want another
telescopic neighbour, i mean
we share a planet
but that's only a prelude,
a hinted promise of home-
of us waking up together
of you stealing my sweaters
us working the typewriter at 2AM
us making cassettes, your eyes
linger on mine
"what's your favourite genre, divya?"
i smile. "you are."
and somehow, it makes sense.
we make sense.
this world that is ours
bitter-sweet intuition sugar sweet popsickle teethbitter-sweet intuition by a-girl-named-divine
// this is a suburban story /
/ tragic teenagers and toothpick bones//
we burn out too quickly -
bit by bit,
our limbs disintegrate;
sugar-coated kisses can't take the pain.
throw the girl out in acid rain
or make me swallow mercury