You speak first
I'll listen intently
What's in the box?
I'll open it gently
The creases are wound tight
But the container is bulging
I'll gladly release
What's bound in your psyche
Our scars are alike
The timeline just placed separately
Our hands both broken
Together we're filthy
In our eyes
We hope for innocently
But we know better
We've seen where this is going.
What's in mine, you ask?
I'll share reluctantly.
Fumble through words
And phrase so clumsily
To piece a thought
And a feeling together recklessly.
You wonder more each time
I voice myself what I think to be
Completely.
And now a stand still
Mirror images waiting for the other to blink first.
Our fingers tremble on the trigger
Held lovingly against our heads
Either you, or I or both
Die this instantly.
What's in my brain box?
What's the absent of emotion you try to assume?
Do I stay this calm
Once you've exited the room?
Is my pulse and flatline
Too hard to handle?
Do I confound your resolve?
Am I a prize on your mantle?
Are you not satisfied
When I revert my eyes?
I can stop staring
Whenever you like?
I remember once saying
One day it won't be enough
To want companionship
And then it being something you couldn't trust.
Has that day come?
Shall I store you as well
Inside my brain box?
Through music and words and pictures now documented
That you exist in my world
Of mere false images
You've played your game well
You stepped inside my hollow shell
And filled it with your memoirs
Of your own private hell
Bouncing around and entangling yours
With mine as well.
I may not feel much
And my mimic to do so maybe slightly out of touch
And loving is just another one of those crutches
I love many
Too much
And this race to my heart
Has left it hardened and crusted
And now my brain box has no bottom
Things just fall out
And those who can't fathom it
Tend to walk out
So why the need to know what's inside?
You'd know your brain box better than I would know mine.