Did you know that life’s leftover lemons live luminously lightful letting lovers lift from darker places? Did you know he rather be who he is with himself than ever be who he’s destined to be and with me? Did you know I don’t think of this often but when I’m alone and I can’t breathe because being chosen last is not a gift, I wander to the lemon?
I don’t see us getting back together, because they gave me magic fruit when they squeezed the juice of a half lemon directly into my mouth for the cure that is having lost the love of my life. The juice was not expected , syrup is what I called her. I let her rest in my mouth for a long time before swallowing the magic that would disappear into a memory craved by those who have never cried at a sunrise.
He doesn’t love me anymore and I know this to be true because he looks through me now and never smiles when I’m near. I often wonder how much damage I can cause, but they have ripped out my throat and paralyzed the hands that would beat you into pulp. I wonder what your juices need in order to be called magic.
I’m hardly angry now that I let the lemon heal me, but you are now playing the my life is better than yours bit and it has choked all that was left of a proper goodbye for the two of us. Hatred is like calling fog a hail storm. It’s inaccurate. If I am honest, I want first for you to feel exactly what I am feeling, then if your eyes to tear blood and your fingers to get chopped off and your penis remained the same size as your infant self than so be it.
Its hard to tell if you actually loved me, at all. Because I just have this feeling with your face attached to it. What i dont have is the courage to remove either one because it was the feeling that i carried with me all this time and i just thought your face was God bringing us closer. But I now see your face more than I feel the bliss and pain always pain. You are happier now, at least that’s the game you are playing.
Me? I am miserable. So you win, and the garden goddesses kicked me out of the game completely, but I took all of the lemons. So what’s left for you, dear one. Only limes.