on this lovers day
red velvet russian roulette
and blood worn lingerie
our chaos swept the city
now a vacant town is our ballroom
the Romeo to my Juliet
“Where art thou?”
I know you hear me calling you.
The gurgle of the coffee maker,
The clink of your spoon on the frigid counter,
The sizzle of bacon residue in a frying pan,
and an egg cracking over it.
The murmurs of the news reporters on the tv,
The distant roar of a train in the background,
The dive into sensory pleasure,
while reality dissipates.
The smell of hazelnut creamer and cinnamon,
The taste of a waffle with buttery syrup,
The warm sun on your face through the window,
today is good; today will be different.
The giggles of the waffles and coffee,
The light conversation and hard laughter,
The feeling of home... within them,
a sudden shift in atmosphere.
The sharp loss of appetite
The grieving of what wasn’t lost
The shared remorse for nothing you’ve done
they tell you that you’re pathetic.
The despair in your mug dropping into the table
The swallowed tears and screams
The chaos that covers every square inch of you
distance between you and hope still stands.
The ***** kitchen and your empty stomach
The distressing moonlight that creeps in the window
The anger in thinking you’re liberated this time
sounds of an empty home stir.
The cold seats that have accompanied nobody
The wallowing roar of silence
The jacket of despair that wears you
your average day.
I want to melt into you.
I want to breathe your every breath.
I want to climb into your skin and feel your heart beating from your chest.
I look into your eyes and see the world for what it is.
When your mind becomes too heavy and you forget how to be happy, I’ll take you to mine and stop time
You’ll leave an unscathed soul.
our existence is freedom, and you can have whatever you want when you’re here
For now i know it’ll be me, but i’ll grieve if the end is near
I will hold onto nothing but the thought of you, if you must go
you’re free my lover, do what you must to grow
Dwell to ease your numbness
then fly away to secrete the chaos
bring wrath upon your river eyes
because the pressure swallows you
what happens when I dive in and have never learned to come up for air?
will the promised land accept me again?
or will i forever drown?
you can be numb in the truth but it’s still eating you alive
is there really good done when i open my eyes?
see what you will, but i’m saying goodbye
******* truth so I can drown in peace
— The End —