What do you mean
By... love and... desire,
If not... hopes and dreams
Tangled in fairytales and barbed wire?
Rosy cheeks, fluttering lips,
Outstretched limbs,
Desperately searching
For something to climb with.
Atop the highest top,
The top of the mountain,
Where others might get there
Without despair.
I don't know how else to love
But to climb all mountains
Up and above.
Search for its magic,
Seek it in frozen smiles,
In lingering touches
And temporary butterflies.
Icebergs sing when they shatter,
Do they not?
Loud and wailing
While shrieking and tearing.
Sounds that echo miles away,
Like a pipe organ
From within surrogate walls
And long hallways.
A couple of days ago,
I might've stepped wrong.
I might've pressed a button,
Not even I know where from.
A lever, maybe,
That floods my mind in endless weather,
And fogs my brain and heart
Altogether.
I breathe for air,
When there's air all around me,
And I wish for warmth
While sitting in an empty bath.
A cruel dichotomy,
One that forges my eyes to see
Everything and everyone,
Except for me.
My vision is blurry,
My eyes are bloodshot red,
And I can't shake the feeling
That something's hanging from my neck.
That nails are poking out my skull,
Long and cold,
Hollow and dull,
Begging to blend and become mold.
I feel like floating
In an unseen, chilling space,
Waiting for a warning,
That I might become waste.
Or maybe a confirmation,
That my heart didn't lie
When it whispered that
Love is meant to make you fly.
