Have I been shredding my soul, tears, skin for nothing?
Were you ever mine?
Did you know all along of a sinking ship that you never planned to sail?
Answer me, true love.
Am i the sinking ship?
Faded marks of existence occupy this, once upon a time, home. Walls scrape their edges as you sit here tearing at your skin. Your rotten mind holds thoughts and this house cherishes all its memories. Dear love, run from these monsters you've come to know before the hourglass runs out of time to give you.
the light from withing you,
should paint that ugly dull heart of yours
Like all your beautiful, cheap dresses you’ve fallen in love with.
With their colours, should your heart match.
Match not, with their worth please.
We’re lose ends; you and me
conjoining sights over cold coffee
mugs, in areas not a lot can see.
This isn’t the place to be
but the hell in me
adores this no end tyranny
of baseless conversations
and unconscious memorization
of the number of freckles on your left cheek.
Your body, strong yet meek
has learned to seek
in the smoked tiles of a thirty year old cafe.
I know ballet
didn’t work for you.
Blue was my color not yours
And the moon
had been unsparingly mystical
Yet how is it that nothing
seemed brighter than you
as you danced across the open air stage.
Your moves typical,
and in your mininmal
efforts into each
of the violin
made me run
out of air to breathe…
Slowly, unhurriedly, bit by bit
and then all at once,
I became yours.
Because life is too overrated to ignore
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