Green eyed monsters lurk in the midst of
our shadows, creeping in the corners of our desires.
Kiss my hand, hold my stare.
Believe the melodies which my lips sing.
I can hold you high and crumble you down.
I never said loving me would be easy.
My imperfections make the lies more real.
The lines are blurred with foggy intentions.
Ring fingers turn black and blue
from the bruises you slurred.
I'm sorry baby, you wont win.
I'll soar into the clouds and
join my haloed enemies.
Regrets collect like pennies in
a fountain. But this I promise you,
you'll never sink to the bottom.
I will keep you zipped away,
to be never to open again.
My regrets will never resurface
from the waves that erase
them from my memory.
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