artificial reality
strings of words flows from the depths of your imagination.
'a' was supposed to be the head and 'z' the tail,
yet these disarrayed letters feels familiar as you let your thoughts prevail.
your truth is not theirs.
intensity and intimacy are capitalized
and simple acts became indifference—
plain, uncultured, undefined, ignorance.
so on and so forth.
and then back and forth,
as a tiny vertical line is drawn,
onward they go as you wear your heart upon your sleeve,
"i love you."
tap, tap, tap.
your fingers prance around furiously as if they are god tier tap dancers.
the line swallows every accents and vowels as it glides backwards in mechanical motion.
you stare at a blank,
void of emotion.
back and forth,
deafened, blinded, doubted.
back and forth,
"i love you."
back and forth,
withdrawn, stoic, hollow.
back and forth,
"i love you—
heart eyes, heart eyes, heart eyes."
satisfaction.
yet a thin thread is woven onto the place where your laughter should be
and your chest doesn't flutter.
the blank is filled,
yet does it ever matter what is true to you?
YOU ARE READING
sugar & spice
PoetryIts funny how people always remember the wiser- more acceptable, more "within morals reach" part of things. They say its best to keep the strange thoughts at bay, for they are much more complicated to be perceived as "acceptable" by the simple mind...
