NAPATSORN TREESAP

You tore me apart; 
Painted me with that precious great smile
You drew me a mark;
Borderline it with that pretty permanent lie
We burned in the maimed fallacy;
Injured me with those sharpest brown eyes
Where’s the letter of truthful reality?
In the sanctuary of those who chased the false sign
A choice is made along with THE SADDEST LINES
Breathe me in and say, “I’m the finest fantasy kissing your dirty mind”
Text me again, a jealousy of the doxy
Reply me with a sour dose of a new kind
Break free, break down, break all of the wrong wine
Pack my blameworthy with you
Let it cry 
I’m so done with you
Let it— let it die
My mellow-narrow mind
This is the price you’ll have to pay twice
Digging a grave deeper with the word “fine”
A tomb of a serial killer of her own empire
I did it— I did it again against all the righteous crime
Yes, foolish blind
Walk yourself out of all this madness fight
Even when tonight you have to write all the saddest lines. 

© 2024 Napatsorn Treesap