posion cherries

probably needed to call someone

i know it would help

hearing you in this lonely room

instead i’ll just stay drunk on tears

thinking about you sitting right next to me

you’re only a call away

i know

but we’ve barely talked in weeks

the poison cherries taste sweet

stuck in my tongue

the imprint of your hand coursing

through my cold blood

but you could warm it again

your mouth on mine

the shattered glass coming all back together

now,

your rich eyes looking at my greedy mouth

touch cleansing my soul

whispering things we could mean

but

i never even called you and

we sit apart in our cold rooms

only minutes away.