i awoke in the meadow of my bed surrounded by your jade prescence
precious emeralds from the night we shared embedded in my mind
from the way you tore into me like a package of sour skittles
to the way i sucked at your green apple lollipop, [hungrily]
my body a field of grass in an April shower
a [wet field] soaking you in, covered in blown away leaves
knowing you will soon leave my trees bare and yearning
though your arms are wrapped around me like vines
its clear my skin is already crawling from your poison ivy
the green tarnish of my silver heart is catching light
reflecting back at me through your hazel eyes
like the wire of burnt out christmas lights; your fingers
wrap around my waist[ then throat], choking away awareness
but in your wake, my body becomes a lonely cactus
surrounded by a desert, attacking anything that comes too close
my barren landscape just a lonely living room
in which the green couch that we cuddle on is screaming its woes
& thats how it goes, your heart like an unripe banana
not ready for my green light symbols saying go ahead &[ love me]
instead you camouflage in the jungle of sex & lies
underneath the canopy of my undying devotion and neediness
surrounding me like the smoke from your marijuana cigarettes
my bright envy burning through my soul at just the thought of another
sharing with you what we shared, over cans of Sprite & fresh grapes
the green of my battery symbol dwindles as i check for texts
that never come; my hurt as[ bitter ]as pickles & veggies i won't eat
everytime your eyes linger too long on the CoCo Cola glass bottle girls
my night vision glare on the highest setting, lurking corners
trying to catch you in another lie to trap you & release me
you rinse my distrust like mouthwash; [i'm wrapped like seaweed]
recycle signs flash in your eyes, reusing the same lines as before
i could leave but i just let my love sink down to the bottom of my martini
along with the olives , that you taste with your Patron coated reptile tongue
dancing in the insides of my tight lipped [except for you] mouth
but the praying mantus act is getting old;; and draining
like algae you attach yourself to my once confident soul
& i'm starting to realize you aren't the prince, just the frog