Poems from itsmariason
The last of our time
Together was spent
Playing a game
Of Russian roulette
Placing the round
Inside of the chamber
The cylinder spinning...
I don't miss the color of your eyes;but the way they looked at me as if I were all that mattered.I don't miss the shape of your lips;but...
Like children playing
At the neighborhood park
On a Sunday afternoon
We cling for dear life
To this whirling carousel
We call “Planet...
You shut off the gravity beneath my skin so that the blood and bones and organs inside of me are suspended. They bounce off of the walls...
I used to think it was beautiful
To sacrifice yourself
For someone you love
Until someone I loved
Sacrificed himself
For me