You've moved all your things
into every crevasse of my head

You've consumed all the feelings
that get pumped out of my heart
and into my bloodstream

You've taken over my form,
and I no longer have control
over my actions

Just as if I was always yours for
the taking

I refuse to think that we
started talking by coincidence

I neglect the fact that we
might have conversed by chance

I like to think that we were
brought together by fate

And that fate alone will keep
us together.

Forever.

I want nothing more than to spend
the rest of my eternity with you,
to wake up at two a.m. and see you
sound asleep.

I want nothing more than to have
the remainder of my days stolen
away by you, to forever be content,
to grow old with children.

And if I can't have that,
I don't want anything at all.

Most people wind up kissing
the wrong person goodnight.

Then I look at you holding her
to your chest ever so tight,

And I can't help but remember
when we caressed by moonlight.

It was the very first time I felt
*bliss

I find myself miles from where you are,
and yet, you are only a ten minute car ride
away.

The way I see it, you can either act
stupid and have very few intelligent
moments or you can be intelligent
and have plenty dumb moments.

I, myself, prefer the latter.

Take down your curtains
just once
and let the light shine through

Just once, could you stop
to see that there is more
to life than warm showers
and electricity

i tried to overlook
but like seedlings, you germinated
roots around my phalanges (like a dandelion)
from where we last touched.

over time and frigid winter weather, the roots
spread. around my metacarpals, intertwined
between my ulna and radius, all the way up
to my humerus and scapula.

by the spring, flowers sprouted just above my
collarbones, embracing my mandible.
little wilted blue petals surrounding me in my bed
each sunrise, but by noon, new petals already have
attached themselves to the receptacle.


by summer, i pluck their petals for amusement. as
they drift away in the breeze i can't help but to
remember you. us. we. and another thing i haven't
determined is whether you have forgotten me
or not.

Even as my eyes grew heavy
and my body told me to f
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into a deep slumber, I forced
myself to stay conscious. For
what I had witnessed today
was awfully frightening!

While walking along the
pavement, I noticed something
quite not right.

The youngsters bolted around in
an unnatural, inhuman fashion.
The males resembled golems.

As I play out each finding, time
and time again, the sole conclusion
I can spot:
They're chemical children and
mechanical men!