It’s unintentional but for a moment
What follows after is designed for pain
The daggers from my mouth are automatic
And I know exactly where to aim

You’re breaking the emergency glass
But it’s all too little too late
You’re standing in a bloodbath
And I’m running high on hate

The boiling in my blood rises
As love gives way to rage
I’m burning it all to ashes
And taking you down in flames

Run out while you still can
And don’t try to be a hero
I’ll say what I can’t take back
To make it all even clearer

You say that I don’t mean it
And I try harder to scream
You don’t want to believe it
But this might be the real me

In the brushstrokes of a painter
Sweeping across the canvas
In the eye of a photographer
Holding present seconds past

In the rhythm of a symphony
Stringing its harmonic melodies
In the swift rising and ending
Connecting the hero's journey

You can find me.

Truth is the square
In white block letters
No sources needed
I’m all educated

The truth is
An abyss
Between two

I am a ghost
Unseen
In the fog

She is words
Rising up
Standing tall

I am clothed
In accepted
Social norms

She is naked
In the eye
Of a storm

I am cautious
to think
before I speak

She is wild
spilling out
everything

I am
her worst
enemy

She is
screams
from captivity

I’m sorry, I can’t seem
To write about you, love
Believe me, I’ve tried
It always comes up short

But I think I’ve solved
The root, evil cause
When it comes to us
I’m an unyielding wall

If every other subject
Is an open heart laid bare
For you I come up empty
And unwilling to share

Not on a piece of paper
Or on a glowing screen
Apart from all the others
You just belong to me

Small minds
to inbreed
Prejudice

Fallen lovers
to dwell in
Bitterness

Wealthy elite
to ensure
Inequality

Wishful thinkers
to escape
Reality

Introverts
to finally be
Alone

We all gravitate
to our own
black holes