There was a sacred type of geometry in your eyes. I loved you brutally, and I would let you reuse me again and again if it was what made you happy.
An entity of electricity, traveling back and forth over radio waves into my brain.
Shifting into my bloodstream, tangent.
Crashing into me
A being made up of fits of nervous laughter and static.
A creature of walking contradictions.
When you spoke I would inhale all the numbers and exhale art.
You were stringing out bold promises to my darling shyness. Providing solidity with your love
But you turned to smoke when I tried to touch you, to try and reach deeper.
Looking at you through a smokescreen
A vision of wasted chances and lost opportunities.
And now a canopy of darkness has washed over my brain
Empty wishes of what I knew we could have become if I had just pushed for it a little harder.
Still coming in unbidden
In bits of lost lashes and your whispering laughter.
And now I'm thinking of you in terms of last, like the last time I saw you.
The last time I heard you cry
The last time I heard your voice.
The last time you spoke your precious words to me
And how there will never be another time.
I always tried to keep everything from slipping through the cracks in my masks, always telling you that I didn't have one.
Even though inside I was always just
Burning
Burning
BURNING
And you always complained about being too cold
But I never went to put my arms around you out of fear.
I promise you that I loved you, and I adored you endlessly.
I'm sorry I was so scared.
YOU ARE READING
Paroxysm
PoetryHere's a cluster of ramblings in my mind that I've put out into "poetry". Hope you enjoy it✌
