at this point, i won’t be writing poetry anymore. sorry.

my blood trickles through my veins with precision

i wish to claw at the skin that surrounds my very nerves

wish to burn the flesh that refuses to respond.

my eyes fight for closure,

fingers pull at tendons and strings of feeling

i need to get out

out out

let me out

but i am nothing but his lips

i am nothing but the love he gives me.

uncurl me from his eyes

pull me from that smirk

make me whole, make me something that isn’t a nuisance.

i take my see through hands and wrap them around his

but they fall through like ash to the very touch

uncurl me from his collar like the kisses that once fell from my lips

rip me from his pain, i never meant to be there.

dark consciousness, kiss my eyelids with precaution

as i uncurl myself from his heart

and drift to those twisted realities where my hands meet his skin,

just like before.

i wasn’t planning on this

wasn’t planning to let these words flow out through ink

but here i am.

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holding it’s facade by the reins

the World pretends that he has meaning.

what meaning could exist amidst such travesty?

we create, we destroy, we love, we hate

and in the End, the World continues to hide.

“i am good, i am right, i am just and you must be too.”

6 billion souls run absentmindedly

hoping for acceptance

hoping to be good

right

just

but who are we to pretend?

the World reflects what we are

it holds no greater truth, but holds a greater lie.

i am you, you are me, and we are

the World.

my breath floats like smoke between us.

i can see my reflection in his eyes while he gazes up at me from the sidewalk,

the gate of the stairs keeping us apart.

i stuff my hands in the pockets of my hoodie,

he pulls the straps of his tighter, it’s a bit chilly.

the music thumps and pounds behind us, 

it’s way too crowded for my liking.

“you’re so weird.” he says.

“you’re weird by association then.” i mumble in return.

he laughs and it’s like warm honey coating my frozen ears.

i can feel my face heating up,

my heart begins to thump louder than the music inside.

i reach up to tug my hat down further over my ears

sway from foot to foot

left

right

left.

he watches me solemnly

and then

it begins to snow.

this time it’s my turn to laugh first.

it echoes through the brisk air, and he laughs too.

we laughed.

why

why

why

why

i scream until my lungs give away to the pits of my stomach

until they pile into ash and crumble crumble crumble.

i want to know your language

i want to understand what you yell back at me

but you speak silence

and i am but a pair of ears.

why

why

why.

the sound of ancient voices

washed upon your lips,

they taste of parallel lines,

and of infinite expulsion.

your mind is the land (golden, golden)

your heart: the apple.

press your eyelids against mine

let our lashes mingle in a game

i am but yours

as you are but mines.