for me & for you.

[melancholyforal]

that means no.
where i come from.
i am cold.
out waiting for the day to come.
i chew my lips.
& i scratch my nose.
feels so good to be a rose.

oh don't you lift me up.
like i'm that shy.
just give it up.
there are bats all dissolving in a row.
into the wishy-washy dark that can't let go.
i cannot let go.
so i thank the lord.
& i thank his sword.
'tho it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored.

oh morning without warning like a hole.
& i watch you go.

there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.
there are some dragons who were built to have & hold.
& some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly.
& some great bellies ache with many bumblebees.
& they sting so terribly.

i do as i please.
now i'm on my knees.
your skin is something that i stir into my tea.
& i am watching you.
& you are starry, starry, starry.
& i'm tumbling down.
& i check a frown.
it's why i love this town.
well, just look around.
just see me serenaded hourly.
& celebrated sourly.
dedicated dourly.
waltzing with the open sea.
clam, crap, cockle, cowrie.
oh will you just look at me.