SerenitySavage

So much like bacteria How I can take anything  Beautiful Turn it into infection Drain the sore  Like an abscess  Squeeze out every bit Of what I’ve infected  Until all that is left Is art   

Jealousy is my angry little sister That bites when she feels threatened Her eyes glow brighter Fluorescent fangs of emerald  That drip disenchantment She asks all the questions  That don’t demand answers I’ve learned to hold her hand Let her have her moment Be seen and felt She is nothing but love Misrepresented 

 I washed up on your island To pick you clean All your inspirational bits Scattered seashells  Ripe for gathering Souvenir daydreams I will dance in the shadows Of your bonfire mornings And after I turn over Each grain of sand The tide will inevitably  Sweep me away On a sweet sea breeze I’d rather float in that abyss Than drown in an ocean  Made of my own tears Did I wash up on your island Or did you find yourself on mine It makes no difference  The beach here feels divine