An empath and a mirror walk into a bar
and the empath says
I see myself in you.
*Let me buy you too much wine and
kiss your collarbones and
twiddle my fingers on your skull.*
and the mirror says,
*Yehoshua (what a beautiful name)
Yehoshua, the prophet. I am so tired
of doing the right thing
My knees are sore I
want
my field of poppies.*
So the Prophet says *You can rest in my field
if you let me know you, the parts you keep
tied to your hips like bells, or like weights
that clinking prisoner's hymn strapped to your chest.
Know that I know you, even
the parts you left unsaid (Especially those.)*
He says
*I want to have
my parents' strength.
I want a stranger to ***** in my bed.
I want to crawl into your head and hurt you with
your reflection. Open up your mouth and
I can put the words in myself, but I can't promise my
tongue won't taste like 20 years of forged metal
(And I
can't promise every pretty girl in town doesn't have
my metallic tinge behind her teeth.)*
(So she says)
Why can't you stay still?
(and the Prophet says)
I'm always running late
(and she says)
I've stopped running
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 4:32 AM UTC
An empath and a mirror walk into a bar
and the empath says
I see myself in you.
*Let me buy you too much wine and
kiss your collarbones and
twiddle my fingers on your skull.*
and the mirror says,
*Yehoshua (what a beautiful name)
Yehoshua, the prophet. I am so tired
of doing the right thing
My knees are sore I
want
my field of poppies.*
So the Prophet says *You can rest in my field
if you let me know you, the parts you keep
tied to your hips like bells, or like weights
that clinking prisoner's hymn strapped to your chest.
Know that I know you, even
the parts you left unsaid (Especially those.)*
He says
*I want to have
my parents' strength.
I want a stranger to ***** in my bed.
I want to crawl into your head and hurt you with
your reflection. Open up your mouth and
I can put the words in myself, but I can't promise my
tongue won't taste like 20 years of forged metal
(And I
can't promise every pretty girl in town doesn't have
my metallic tinge behind her teeth.)*
(So she says)
Why can't you stay still?
(and the Prophet says)
I'm always running late
(and she says)
I've stopped running
