soft swelling beneath my
eyelids
my head says
you need to go
back
but your pot laced
face,
crackling hair lain against
my shoulder
a warm reminder in
the dead of winter,
a cold sip of water
a hot innuendo
my reminder that
i am
part
of reality
you make me
real
but then, a faint trace of
my enigmatic
nightmare
my hand-sewn, bitter dreams
comes rushing back to
fill the spaces with
dripping tears
and i curl away
and
i fade
for the
last
time
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I used to listen to it all the time..
I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways.
1 comments:
this reminds me of the battle between 2 entities inside me: there's one that is really me and the other is trying to destroy me. like sometimes when i feel really happy or optimistic it just feels weird and wrong.
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