Friday, August 22, 2025

gia civerolo

love walks out the door


I see you walking out the door

Eyes darting, round for something more

Red lipstick and a tight black dress

Because of dark sins I confessed


On my knees begging you to see

There’s too much love for you to flee

I’ll put together your jigsaw heart

These tears are real, I tore us apart


Baby, please come back

Remember all our kisses, oh so tender

I am your angel with broken wings

I’ll be your king with rolled up jeans


I ‘m smoking packs of cigarettes

Smoke intertwines with my regrets

The clock is ticking half past two

Fighting the thought, I’ve lost you


I crushed your heart velvet black

I’m done with prayers you’ll come back

I push the tears down for a while

Put on my old cracked mirror smile


Baby, don’t come back 

Remember all our kisses oh so tender

I am an angel with broken wings

I’m still the king with rolled up jeans




Her grandmother wore the same flowered regrets


She decided to stay in bed with all her x-lover’s ghosts

Through a cracked window she saw the winds secrets

Manholed under black tar streets and red regrets

She smoked one cigarette after another tasting the past 


She caged all your monsters for her vivid dreams

Blurring all the colors into her bleeding imagination

Forgetting she is mad at all the things you never say

Hungry for what she always felt but could never name


Trapezing through broken small talk repeating in her head

Tired of clouds in her coffee pretending to be famous

Wearing a smile, you drew with her fire red lipstick 

Disappointed her sorrows weren’t sacred enough


So sad no one in LA looks up at the stars anymore

And still rivers rage in her veins despite invisible cuts




why do you only call late at night


Dirty dishwater gives

Nothing back

No reflection in

Cracked bubbles


Grief kept knocking at

Midnight doors

I open  


Crows 

Blend into black 

Velvet skies


I say 


“The Silence is annihilating”  

“It bruises blue.”


You say


 “What’s your point?”


As Fathers

Daughters gather

Together one last time


It was not easy

Not to envy


Wondering

Who robbed who?


It felt familiar

To have your 

Mouth moving


I wish I could

Go back Go Back


Bend and kiss 

Bend and kiss 


All nights 

Demolish me in

The In betweens


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