The Countdown Run Out Two Minutes Ago. You're Too Late

These apologies are wasted breath on lips accustomed to cursing.
When conventions don't break as easily as hearts do under pressure,
it's pointless coaxing tongues to mould the words that were always
hiding in mouths, stuttering in belated attempts at "I'm sorry".
The lessons scribed in lipstick on the bathroom mirror wake my fears.
"You can't change mistakes scribed in time in just one night, honey.
I can't forgive a lover when I'm suffocating beneath the covers and
you sure as Hell can't change my mind when it's already set in stone."
I should never have spent so long staring at my reflection if I couldn't
take all of those realisations that were always staring back at me.

This could be the curse that I've ended up kissing instead of your lips;
the time that I start missing you the most is when I've pushed you too
far away from me to reach you anymore with these craving fingertips.
I really can't blame you if you ever thought I was a waste of your time
because I'm more than aware I was always a complete waste of mine.
Mistakes rarely turn gold overnight but, with a chance, I was hoping that
you could help me become copper. Third rate heartbeats are better than none.

I'm hardly pacified through these long-haul nights, writing to night-lights
trying to fill the time and the space in my hand that your palm used to fill;
our lifelines pressed together just like tender kisses without the lips.
Can we re-paint every mistake we've made just so I can see you smile again?
Because every time I close my eyes I see those waterworks inside yours and
these sleepless nights are the karma I deserve for making you feel that way.
There were always jealous skies in this lover's eyes that the self-destructive
side of me could never quite allow itself to destroy and now I'm hoping that
it's not too late to let you know that I've finally managed to extinguish it
with the tears I've cried under the influence of the thought that I could lose you.

I never really wrote poetry for the outside world. Just to pacify the voices in my mind.
There was only one that I really listened to but I don't think she's listening to me anymore.

Ha!
Thank you

Gaaaaaah. I simply adored this line. 'Mistakes rarely turn gold overnight but, with a chance, I was hoping that
you could help me become copper. Third rate heartbeats are better than none.'
It was much easier to read that a few of your last poems, because the sentences were made a little shorter. Not that I don't love everything else.

I know, the long lines are annoying.
I want to give them up but my ideas are too huge to fit on one line.

Meh.
I don't know.

I can't settle on a style at the moment.

I loved it so so so much. I just love it when I log on and find out you posted another perfect poem....xD

I freaking love your poems!
You're my favorite!

Thank you guys.

Aw...You're welcome. Just keep posting on here 'cuz you've got yourself a fan !

Daddy's little dead girl:

Aw...You're welcome. Just keep posting on here 'cuz you've got yourself a fan !

And I hope I never lose you, love.

i loved it and i try to keep up with all your writing but i almost missed this one anyway i loved it its amazing all of your writing is

Thank you, honey.

I loved it.

I'm gone for three days and I come back to not one, but a collection of Inari's poems!

Which means I have to produce more than one reaction in the span of fifteen or so minutes.

Ahem...it was supercalifragilisticexpialodocious! Uhh, yeah.

Lol. I love the words you come up with Panda.

Gosh, that's so so sad.....
But amazing, as usual.

Thank you, honey.

The first poem I've ever read of yours. It is simply amazing! I love it.

Thank you