Ayo Aki

19 years ago, a woman with the clouds as her footmat and the moons of the seven earth dancing on her temple bore a child,her female child and named her                                                                It rained that way for the clouds were mourning a precious loss,lilies grew on the roadside and sunflowers smiled towards her.She was the child of the sun and daughter of the most high. She was born the day you shouldn't talk about death cause death and life were life long enemies but she brought death the day she was birthed to life.She brought death to pain of all mankind. She was life but she was dead inside. Her eyes were constantly brimming of pearls and tears,her mouth sang songs of wail and love.She was paradox and irony all at once,all in one. She spent most of her time in the garden with a rose tucked behind her ears,talking to sunflowers and ponies and all the little garden animals gather around her for she sneak little crumbs of bread for them to feed on. You

 I didn't know what to do with my heart so I ate it. I layed it on the floor,   a welcome sign for your doormat. I juiced, squeezed and sprinkled it on your spices,  to poison you with my charm. I smoothed the edges, sharpened the dark areas,  but still it wouldn't shine. I sang it in a song. I sang my heart out.  but the lyrics were a little tragedy,  you said you've had enough of tragedies. I took her to mother earth,   and asked her for a spare. but she grew flowers instead. Sunflowers and ponies. The thorns pickled my flesh,   and the stems suffocated my lungs. I didn't know what to do with my heart, so I ate it.

 I told you all my secrets but you turned them into gods. So you could worship them like a dog At the shrines of your lies. You sat on your throne of bones. And watch me turn empty and cold Because I was naked And naked as gold. You left me to rot in a pool of flith (and said that made sense because that's who I am) And you soaked in the fragrance, tainted by the ruins of betrayal. You turned yourself into a king and wore a crown of thorns. You drank from the cup of broken souls. Self acclaimed king of hell. But your pedestal was made of lies and stolen golds. So give it back to me  Now, Judas. Now.

 Maybe one day if the words don't hurt anymore, I could write a poem about us, And exhibit it at the mall. Maybe someone could see  Between the tears soaked lines, where the lies are And where we started falling apart. And one day when I don't hurt anymore. I would dig myself up from the hole you threw me in. And crawl myself up to acceptance. I would peel off those words you said I am Like a snake peeling off it's skin. Full of Grace. Full of Life. One day. I know one day. You would eat those words, Because I will serve it to you like it's dinner.

 I imagine myself as a piece of art, a painting, maybe. and you're the painter.  But I'm unfinished, so I'm messy And you have smears of me, Everywhere. Everywhere my love touched you. But you can't take my mess It claws your inside out and leaves you empty. It weighs on your body like sin and the chains like the power of sin. My love is divine but you're the devil And I'm a beautiful forest fire. So I told you to leave, And you took my brush with you. As my punishment for being too hot for you. Have you forgotten honey, Art is Art. Whether unfinished or not.

 I think we made the sky blue with our eyes. Milked from the crushed glass of each other's eyes and blew them into the sky like kisses in a boat of crystal clear tears. You and I. Our waters were never this blue and bright but they were all that we ever had. They were decaying "" dull and sick like the over ripe lemons my mom forgets to squeeze the juice out of. We were a modern love story tragedy. Your love holds me cold like frostbites, sending chills through my spines. My love kiss is like water and I drown at the touch of his baby blue lips. My love eyes are so and I sway to the rythms of the singing birds in the baby blue of the afternoon sky. My My love and I are like water,  Venus chased after mars for a thousand years, but no love story is as blue as ours.