Oh to be a rug on your floor
Stinking feet and paws clawing deep within my soul
I would stare up at your ceiling
I�d spend all day underneath the comfort of a cat;
and night, watching fireflies out the window
I would be the careless thing you took for granted;
for your feet would never get cold with that furnace of yours
I would wonder,
if, and when, and why
people see things in shops
they like for a second and bring them home to ignore
Oh to be a speck of glitter- tarnished, red
On a dirt road in the middle of nowhere
Midnight comes and tears my heart in two
one piece for me and one piece for you
red as a rose, and wilts too quick
My half is bleeding red- unfelt
In the sky fireflies flicker, flutter, and flail
In the morning-
Beautiful breeze- tumbling wind
You tear my immune system
The radiant sun burned my skin-
you cut me in
Oh to be dew on the grass in your front yard
Soft, dripping, and unstill.
Dandelions stemming underneath this grass;
left lingering underneath the shards on which I lounge upon
The night before, the storm before, the lightning struck;
I saw your eyes
the expressions of the fireflies
Delicate- hopeless, and not knowing why
I embraced this demure grimace
and mistook it for love-
if not for seconds, months
Oh the be the humility on my face right now
The curves of my lips stretching to every side of my face;
The withering, lingering look in my eyes;
A victim of infatuation, crawling skin on my cheeks
This is the other half of my heart in the trash
So carelessly set aside
and left to wither, tangle, die.
The dandelion cutting through a stone
This is my half before it shatters