Costume Party, Pt. 2

Your cinnamon-colored skin
Invokes a second sense from within
I contemplate committing sin
When I visualize you with him

Those constellations in your eyes
I can't imagine more divine
Immortalized inside my mind
To you, there's nothing that's akin

I just wanna kiss
One more shot, if it's one more miss
One more plot, if it's one more twist
I'm conceptualizing a world where we exist
You're so sweet, but you press delete

I clench my fists
I have no metaphors to gift
'Cuz to you, there's no comparison
To me, you're a home
But to him, you're just the Sheraton
I'm enduring nights alone
While you have a bed to share with him, share with him

Some question my sanity
I'm making bold decisions
Overwhelmed by my own vanity
Showing such persistence
With no affection for reality
Growing up in this instance
Inherent savagery, savagery

I clench my fists
I have no metaphors to gift
'Cuz to you, there's no comparison
To me, you're a home
But to him, you're just the Sheraton
I'm enduring nights alone
While you have a bed to share with him, share with him

I can visualize a kite, distant yet present
On an invisible rope I'm holding tight
The illusion of separation
Yet always in my sight
I'd climb steps made of my bones
Just so I could reach that height

You turn my darkness into light
Like my eyes
When you wore that dark dress in the night
You were always right
...

Overridden with certainty
Certainly
My heart trembles off-cadency when you look at me
Amazingly
Coping's my favorite practice as you can see
Now my teeth are sweet
I'll always add cinnamon to my cup of tea