Daisy Chains

youth

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i sit around waiting for the endless dimensions of the black screen in my hand to chirp in response to his text, to his unspoken voice. i wait for so long that the blackness of the screen reaches out with an iron embrace and drowns me in its darkness, seeping into the lining of my skin and trapping itself within my veins.

there is a vacancy sign resting in the window of my rib cage. he saw the 'yes' illuminated on my vacancy sign of the crumbling motel i have become and he walked in. now i can't get him out, no matter how hard i try. now the 'yes' blinks 'no' but vacancy still flickers in my heart and he's the only one that notices.

why won't he text me?

this isn't about butterflies or broken vodka bottles. this isn't about love or lust. this isn't about friendship or trust. this isn't about beauty or suicide. this isn't about then or now. this isn't about anything but feeling wanted and only he has the power to give me that and the power to take it all away.

my phone remains dead in my hand until the darkness has turned to ash and i throw the phone across the room, determined to move on. but his words are stained on my mind and the darkness remains and somewhere amongst it a mirror shatters into thousands of flawed pieces, just ike me. 

because amidst the lies and the hope and the deadlines and the love and the rivalry and the lost and the found we're all searching for something we can't have, and i think i've finally found it.