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Book

by dissipate

I am not a book you can put down and pick up when you're up for it, I am not the chorus of a song, I am the song in its entirety I will  inspire to be a better person in the name of you, I would choose to walk to the ends of the universe and pray not to fall, only to have fallen into an abyss waiting for you, only to have fallen so far in love with you. I am like a rolling thunder constantly in movement, I am human and my human heart is falling apart, the alarms are ringing in my ears and my tears, only feels the fear that my shivering hands feel. I am human and my human heart is beating itself up for you. I am not a book you can put down on a shelf to collect dust, I am not the crumbs and crust at the end of what is left of a pizza, nor am I a people pleaser, I am the embodiment of a raging storm chose to conform to its environment because fighting a futile fight is pointless. I am not an owl awake in the night because I chose to stare at stars, I am filled with scars that I am hoping the trail of a shooting star could fill, the night ink drenched on a broken quill, the missing smile, the living portrayal of denial and a hurting heart. In my mind we are forever together, in my mind I am holding you, sober news sounds better than drunk news, the world is safer the later the hours turn and arm in arm, we are close. I will always close my eyes and dream of that better life I painted, even if it is tainted with the wet stains of streaming tears, I close my eyes painting blue skies with a figure filled with dried eyes where cries are silenced. I am still painting, that Disney wedding embedding costumes into mind, I might be blind but I'll still find my way to your arms, and each scar is dissipating, the world is levitating on our shoulders but it doesn't matter. Please tell me I am still dreaming...because I would rather be dreaming than imagining... I am not a book you can put down and pick up when you want, I am not a picture book with figures erased and faded ink, I am sinking... I am not a book you can put down so ...please can you come pick me back up?
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Feb 1, 2017
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