Lifestyle

If you tie my tongue with cherries
you might keep me from speaking
but if you’re seeking the truth then
it’s a mystery that monogamy persists
and that this love shit exists
because my logic insists
that it can’t be legit

It’s no secret that
I like to keep it...casual
and some say it’s tragic
that I work my magic
on those undeserving
but if I could get a word in
it would be “stay”

Stay. And let’s pretend
our lives will end
with each other

Stay. And let’s pretend
we’d spend our nights
thinking of ways
to make our days
sweeter

Stay. Because my pride is shattered
and all that matters is this:
kiss me until you’ve turned
my jagged jungle into a civilized city.

Stay here with me

But if I’m just being silly
then somehow I’ll forget
that I hate cigarettes, yet
love the luxury of sharing
this death with you.

By Annika White