Onism

U

All the time spent up
At night, is held in the
Bags under my eyes.
So breathe with me
Like fireworks on
The fourth of July.
This mortal accusation
Is making it my life. So
Break me down like an
Incantation, time has
Become impatient. What
Is this indication, of? Like
Lipstick on broken mirrors
Tripping on heart strings,
This game is more than me
And you're about to get
Everything. Making its own
Music like an orchestra
Without a conductor, pulling
On threads about to greet a
Puppet master. So breathe.
Let this cold air warm with
The heat of our skin, a moment
In time has become evident. This
Clock don't have a hold on me,
Shooting stars are comets I
Forgot they were the same.
Make a wish. This peace of
Mind is in pieces but, beware
Of all the darkness that messes
With your head. If only I was
on the other side of the
Bed. Instead I'm looking out a
Window at the open sky
Wishing you were awake and
By my side. Too bad we don't
Always get what we want. Is it
Wrong to hope for something?
Two pillows and two bodies
Laying side by side in the
Middle of this open ended
Light (less). So burn against your
Sheets, with silver diamonds on
Your cheeks. You glow like fireworks
On fourth of July. It's time.
Break down on your mattress
Like a vase on wooden floors,
Rose petals on surfaces give
Me those devil horns.
Just a pretty picture in moonlight
But you tell me I'm not your
Type. Just let this keep us up
Tonight. Cause I don't wanna be alone
In this empty room, walls as
My only company in the early hours
Of another day. It's just another
Day. What's wrong with pray(ing)?
-a.w