Comfortable in my confusion, cracked inside, depleted confusion,
defense of the heart, standing ground, shaking like two hearts' fusion.
Peel back, layered doubt, insisting on eternity,
Feelings lack existence, doubt buried here, uncertainty.
A fever, no a glow; Contagious? Severe? Let's go slow.
Fingers pace, twitching, life force leaving as I try to trace your face,
This isn't the place, bloodstained wonder, journal falling from an unsteady bookcase.
I read and bleed as you write about my wrongs,
A subtle stab in the not-so-dark as I try to right my wrongs.
I pretend to be happy, but each smile drops my days by one,
Begging for a shiny new thing, trade in for one that's more fun.
There's a case, a cause for a ringing alarm,
Everyone is safe - save for me, there's harm.
There's the way you make me feel,
and that's the other side of how I heal.
Snake-tongued intent, kindness it seems, forfeit.
If there's nothing left there, I can't force it.
A pool of melted memories flows down to the ground,
we enter this earth so loud, yet leave without a sound.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 11:35 AM UTC
Comfortable in my confusion, cracked inside, depleted confusion,
defense of the heart, standing ground, shaking like two hearts' fusion.
Peel back, layered doubt, insisting on eternity,
Feelings lack existence, doubt buried here, uncertainty.
A fever, no a glow; Contagious? Severe? Let's go slow.
Fingers pace, twitching, life force leaving as I try to trace your face,
This isn't the place, bloodstained wonder, journal falling from an unsteady bookcase.
I read and bleed as you write about my wrongs,
A subtle stab in the not-so-dark as I try to right my wrongs.
I pretend to be happy, but each smile drops my days by one,
Begging for a shiny new thing, trade in for one that's more fun.
There's a case, a cause for a ringing alarm,
Everyone is safe - save for me, there's harm.
There's the way you make me feel,
and that's the other side of how I heal.
Snake-tongued intent, kindness it seems, forfeit.
If there's nothing left there, I can't force it.
A pool of melted memories flows down to the ground,
we enter this earth so loud, yet leave without a sound.
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