By EveryTuesday
How autumn froze on your feet,
your fragrance all over my heart
and
I chased that rainbow with all the love
I keep leaking into my words.
You just waltz in with a smile
that drives away my caffine addiction
but I am not used to depending
on people - I don't do people well.
I colour myself yellow in love; you might ask why not red?
I conditioned myself, like I am trying right now
to not have my love bleed out on the
orthodox street
with thousands painting it on the billboard of shame,
like I pretend to crush on a boy
when it is your preferred pronoun I want
to edit into my poems, but I can't.
You're always going to be my autumn- with one foot
already in winter,
always a frozen dream in the midst of all
the cherry blooms and
my muse of all the unpublished paintings
catching dust in the attic.
“my muse of all the unpublished paintings
catching dust in the attic.”
Beautiful poignant lines. This is one of the best poems I’ve read on this page. Keep writing!
This poem is lovely! I loved how the compulsion for pretending to feel for the opposite sex despite not wanting to, and being unable to replace the pronoun due to the orthodoxy of our society, is expressed in this poem. The best part of this poem are the last lines which are so touching.
“I conditioned myself, like I am trying right now
to not have my love bleed out on the
orthodox street” are my favourite lines. They tell me of both love and the resistance to it. This piece has meaning and emotions flowing out.