#novelit

You are

You are the aftertaste

the recoiling,

the bittersweet pain.

The lingering,

the recurring,

motif inside my brain.

The broken record,

you just play and replay

perpetually spinning.

for every singe day.

You’re the protagonist

of my world

my galaxy,

our Milky Way.

I don’t know how or why,

but every thought

leads irrevocably to you.

If only,

that were the way

that you felt, too.

I see you and

sirens just go off in my mind

To me you’re idyllic

perfectly tainted,

a charming prince.

I overthink and reassure myself

from time to time,

that perhaps just maybe

I’ll be your future “mine.”

For now I’ll let that possibility

that mild potential

of loving reciprocity,

I’ll let it outweigh the cruel fact...

you don’t love me back.

There is not a wither, there is not a chime,

That can keep me from carrying out my petty crime,

‘Cause I’m filthy

It’s clear to see,

Baby I’m so filthy

Don’t take no pity on me,

I wear the night-cloak, eyes are waning moons,

She can’t hear nun’, not even my plodding tunes,

An’ now I’m filthy

It’s clear to see,

Me an’ her, we’s filthy,

Don’t take no pity on me,

My baby’s dead, pretty body inna ditch,

Could’ve stopped it, but I ain’t no snitch,

‘Cause I’m filthy

It hurts to see,

Suga’ I’m oh, so filthy,

Don’t blame nun’ on me,

I stroll the long dawn, soul stained by blood,

They done smoked my lova’ up, Lord send me a flood,

‘Cause I’m filthy

It’s clear to see,

I got a lil’ filthy

So they took my baby from me.