7-14-17
Half of you
Glossy like a mirror-
Seeing myself.
Half of you
Dark like a shadow
Charcoal satire.
The rest?
I've yet to understand,
But I know there's more.
Tee shirt like the clouds,
Blew you off,
No wonder you had doubt.
Body like an ocean,
Fingers touch current,
His skin is darker
And you're not my current.
Listening to you breathe
While I lay across you
Outta my clothes,
But we slipping into sleep.
Dawn's got a voice like honey,
Used to have something like it too,
Before I downed cigarettes and chemicals,
I've been losing myself.
Your corpse curls up inside of my own,
Dead weight,
See the lilac gardens beneath my
Point of view,
Ask me what I want,
And imma point to you.
Ask me who I've got,
And I wouldn't believe it, too.
Funny how your guilt trips
Make me still believe in you.
Leave leave leave
Pissed,
Fighting the demons,
That break splinters off from the beams,
To carve themselves with,
Just waiting for the collapse.
Aftermath is my source of light,
And without a ceiling,
I'm breathing skies.
Give me another reason to
Fucking leave,
Another validation
For the lack of love,
Do it.
See what the party's about-
Must be fun.
You float through the destruction above,
A ghost,
Fluid and transparent,
Wondering where you left the rest of
What
I
Once
Knew.
I see bloody lips,
Red noses,
And cold souls,
I see gunshots
And storm clouds.
I'm devouring a Saint,
He's not sure what it entails
To find a utopia
In a warzone.
Late nights I visit an array of graves,
Thinking that justice hit the dirt
And never got back up.
Maybe you're the justice,
Maybe you're too good
For a place like this.
Did you have to die, though?
Do you have to go?
Did I paint you up to be,
Everything inside of me?
No, I think I'm lying like I do,
Because I see into you
And we may just meet eye to eye,
And in that case,
I'm so fucking sorry.
- (m.m)
1am. Noah. I'm currently shaking a bit, have plans tomorrow and need sleep so bad. But I wanted to write so fuck it. I love you.
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Self Deception
PoetryPoetry 2017 And if I burn out in a fit of psychosis, remember me as a young god, with that smile made of daggers, even if I was the most dangerous thing you could've touched. Perhaps all that danger comes from the multiple personalities, but all I...
