the one who stares back at me in the mirror,
seems unfamiliar.
the type of unfamiliarity,
that is familiar.
it eats at me.
until I have disintegrated from the lack of rememberance.
from lack of knowing
what should be familiar.

I notice the light blonde hairs that gently kiss your arms.
And the way your eyes don't flutter,
how they march.
I notice the way your lips curl so mysteriously, so pure.
And the way you are happy on sun invaded days,
And even more joyous on rain soaked days.
I notice how you embrace your words with care, as if they were made up of silver and gold.
And the way you trip people up with your eyes.
I notice.
I notice everything.

the leaves squint at me,
while the mountains befriend me.
the guitar strums to the beat of my steps.

Consequence is overrated.
Consequence is unnecessary.

I am content this way.
The echoes of those who begged to leave along with my existence, haunts me.

I outgrew that town.
I outgrew consequence.
I was embroidered to become a part of
this.

how unfortunate is it
that
now
people are more fascinated with the idea of
death
rather than
*life

vacant attempts to breath through frozen lungs.
what would their reaction be if I told them
perhaps
that explains why they tread earths soil so hazily.
perhaps
that explains why they are unamazed by works that should astonish them.

I swallowed you whole.
Wishing I had been stronger to fend you off.
But I lack deceitfulness
Because
I did find a great amount of happiness from letting you
inside me.
But I lack a heart and mind
Because
I suffered
greatly.
I wish I hadn't swallowed you whole.
But
I'm so glad that I did.