12-28-17
Pupils like knives now,
I couldn't swallow every blade.
Right above me,
I forget what's good in your name-
Like wet cloth above my body,
To the closet ceiling you hang,
And I hit the wall in my head
And take a breath of the vapor,
Think about the red.
We kept patterns between us,
I melted onto you like wax-
Our bodies made of eternal space,
And eyes large,
Like a full moon
In a mirror between boxed lights.
Bathroom of colors,
They reminded me I was tripping,
While hues bounced off of each other-
I figured we were all like that.
Weight lifted like a workout,
And I felt no need to be held down
By the trivial workings of humanity.
And I sat naked on the floor
And let the roof start to spin,
You turned on the lights,
So it was the stars I could roll in.
I left my patience at the windowsill,
In flocks, entered sin.
Told you I'm never sorry
And you're bitching on the tiles,
Cross me and make me crazy,
Bitch, I've walked a few miles,
Cut up my knuckles
And screamed over dials,
Don't you fucking tell me
You signed up for me vile,
You weren't ready for a damn thing.
Let myself drift,
To another galaxy.
Float my body,
Water made of crystals-
I'm better off alone,
Running in cycles
Like a machine,
But machines are predictable,
And it seems only one
Has watched that close.
Alone is never alone,
As empty is never empty,
And maybe that square
Told me I already see it all depthy.
White screen light,
I'm distant.
Holding escapes to my body
Like a one night stand
And throwing my chains
On your night stand,
I tell you I'll stay the night here,
But I'm leaving in the morning.
Don't you get to thinking
You can count on me.
I settle into your bed sheets,
With little hairs woven into the fabric,
And watch the lives
All wash up on me
Like I'm made of sand,
Sand that's slowly draining
Into the other end.
But where does it all go,
When I've wasted my energy
Throwing chances to these bitches
Like bones to dogs,
And I've boiled over
Like a cauldron,
When I knew this wasn't meant
For anybody to see
But me?
Where does all of that end up?
I truly don't think it ever leaves.
The golden light was so wrong,
But it rose me from the couch,
And the burnt incense
Hung-
Heavy to me,
Like you.
- (m.m)
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Self Deception
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