Nothing looks prettier than fresh tears,
they’re splattered like, cool liquid across a flat surface-
bubbling up, gushing over, watching me…
spilling onto your white shirt. I’ve wanted to tell you–
the languid look in your eyes, pedals me, gives me,
that motivation. Trust me,
nothing looks happier
than lying mouths. Lipstick that smears across–
spread like soft butter, its a sickness…the deceit,
the malicious, the spiteful.
And even though, your daggers pierce me,
cross me, touch me fluidly, i cant always say I’m sorry,
because nothing looks more beautiful, than when you smile.