Butterflies fluttering and flitting
In the pit of my stomach
Chrysalis splitting
Palpatating rhythms skipped
Like fifteen year old giddy kids again
still loving like we'd never lived
As if the world itself
and existence
so far had forbidden it
But we still spit back with conviction
that we didn't give a shit.
Thinking of so many little things
Leaves me smitten
constantly
grinning like an idiot.
Fingertips that nervously fidgeted with zippers
Now fiddle with a sliver, shiv
buried in between disfigured ribs.
Cataclysmic schisms
Eviscerated
Replaced with brittle bitterness
Individuals
Left Ambivalent
Grieving what hearts
could never give
A thorn
Invisible,
kept hidden
Amidst
From my heart
this liquid drips
But never once like a bullet hole
Riddled sieve
The same exit wound
That left me scribbling this
Pencil tip
Like an incision slid
Effortless
Across the skin
ink rivers
Spigoted
In every Pretty vision
Like your palms reached out and my heart just fit
Fist
sized
Muscle twitched
electric
As if the candlelight wick
flickering behind my eyes was finally lit
Twin flames
Glittering
hits
Mind
Envisages
We both just exist
Uninhibited
Betwixt
Lips that
Kissed
Wisdom
Where
Grisly figments
Did shrivel and whither
Two people indivisible
you, my arms held within
spirits lifted or just a place to rest your
tear swept chin
no longer whittled until attrition quits
I can envision it
so vividly this bliss
upon my heart its stitched