hyperfocused
cryptic messages
burning into my skull
running
can't hide
living under a different name
cursed with the knowledge
of always knowing
the things on your mind
we're interwoven
you and i
there's no telling
where i end and
you begin
twin ghosts
under the moonlight
shadow creeps in
distorted fog
messy brain
messy appearance
ragged ends
and splintered fibers
making up everything we know
overthinking
remember all of those
empty nights
that held us captive
frozen shards of time
clashing sounds of freedom
and foe
echoing
in this space
for eternity
i'll never be known
as what i am
shades of indigo
that look like black
white stars just out of reach of everything
folding away into another face
another character
another name
some things i just can't be
and some realities
leave me caught up
in those things
we won't relive
in the dark
and lonely hours
caught in circles
crying out
for a sign
of the heavens
long shadows
broken halos
a deep silver pool
showing the cold hard reflections
of the souls held captive
of the ones who can't find the light
life is unyeilding
hope is gone
tears,
not cried just yet
but just give it a moment
for me to examine
the dusty corner
in which i lived
in those nights
and those abandoned
skeleton bones
the faded remnants of a story
that will never be told
fixated on blinding lights
changing back and forth
but into nothing i recognize
and i know you know what i mean
out of everything that's not real
these are the most bittersweet
nostalgia
holding my heart hostage
for those days
where i at least knew the
chains that kept me down
and the stories i told about you
and me
were more than just stories
before we pulled ourselves in too many directions again
parts left behind in the then
but gone in the now
phases
memories
thoughts
it's all of it
and nothing
but if no one ever knows
broken curves
and fallen edges
becoming one with
the mountains
strong and unmovable
more than just a ragged
soul
afraid to move
out of the corner
in the life that i was born in
but it
it was never my story to tell
it was yours
it was theirs
do you understand
because i don't
just gotta push through these thoughts
to convince myself
its real
but its not
and what is real
i can't seem to shake
falling backwards
one day at a time
being jerked forwards
all the same
YOU ARE READING
my life
Poetryi'm no one. i'm not even really here. and yet, i needed an outlet. for someone to see. for no one to see. a place away from reality, under a different name.
