“Epitol Lyrica”
Holes in my jeans and memory, aiding and abetting the sensory,
Like planes mistaken for stars, when I think I see you is when it starts,
putting my emotions behind bars or in lines on my desk, wishing to not need your teeth on my neck,
I wave to you when I see you like my hand over open flames, but what with my head and my heart, it’s two against one in our games,
Pushed apart like the buttons on my sleeve, you leave me along with sarcasm in your voice, and never with any sort of choice,
Licking it like the end of a pin before I benefit from more of your sin,
Over doubt, you’ve been sobbing non stop but for me you’re a drought,
Asking ‘can I get a light?’ Picking up hearts and habits for you but only one will break, losing for you to win myself back, just another thing you take,
Heavy breathing over light hair, where ever heaven is you take me there, even from so far away you’re a trigger, your light switch eyes that flicker,
Blurred lines but only through red eyes, sick and tired since you left that night, Rose colored or bloodstained? Glasses help nothing but eye strain,
Bottles plastic or glass, it only loves me back, through the scratches on my hand,
My medication coming to life like it doesn’t take away mine, living half unwell ever so clandestine,
And of course channeling you through my tears, never alone when I cry In the mirror, seeing past life through present pain, unwilling to give back what it takes,
So for you or me, my addictive tendencies giving a permanent residency, peeling away at my skin and hesitancy,
And I just wish I for stardust I could take, give it meaning to encapsulate, And Switch them for the lithium I’m given,
But there was never any hope, no escape, just another toke,
But I wish to be more than that, an effect of the things I lack, while rock bottom calls like you never did, I just wish there was an idiom for this,
So I’ll be the way with words for those who never speak, and lyrics for those who never sing, In a kind of way, it’s better, my revenge is the perfect love letter.
-E. T. weathers
Ik it’s almost midnight, but I did say I would post ‘today’. I wrote this one half at work and half at the park. Credit to the band “Planes Mistaken For Stars” for that line, love them btw, anyways hope you enjoyed xoxo