There was always something fragmented
A galaxy gone in bright starlight
Fractured over a broken smile
The black holes to your soul are mended
With glue that has forgotten how to stick
And your eyes are only open because
You told yourself you wanted to live
Fire eyes in the light caught by
Dull flickers in glowing embers sparkle
By the way, you should open them more
There is always a something to peel
In headaches pressed, flower stems,
Impossibly smitten in golden temples
Somehow chaotically adapted to you
Of the sandcastles crafted and washed away
Right on the cusp of delusion
And I've meant to say, I would like you in that way
But I could of
And I was never meant to care, when you went away and I said
I did
And now I should but the absence of impurities in my mind blends into Kabuki theatre and pre-Raphaelite style. A million and one male gaisha oxymoron of deciet
That never felt so damn wrong or damn embarrassing as you and me.
... so yeah
YOU ARE READING
What He Told Me. Poetry
PuisiI was told to share what I write by a guy. This is what I've done. Some of this is dark. Some of this is the inner workings of what is happening in my life. Im sorry for making you read this
