I am alone
surrounded and composed entirely of stardust
and fragments of broken dreams-
it is exactly how I planned it to be
neat
but not in a rigid way with implied discomfort
just in a way where it is obvious I tried my best
The walls- finally stripped of needlepoint prayers
and instead layered with every word that has ever danced from my mouth
the smooth ones and the ones that taste like acid
nothing is forgotten or laid aside
My body-
a temple to myself
desecrated in the most holy way
a sacrifice of skin
decorations of valor in a war against myself
it is quiet
every thread I have ever plucked from the seams rips through the air as I come apart
again
spilling tar and galaxies across everything
I have ever known- a mess
I am alone
but not in the way I am supposed to be
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
I am alone
surrounded and composed entirely of stardust
and fragments of broken dreams-
it is exactly how I planned it to be
neat
but not in a rigid way with implied discomfort
just in a way where it is obvious I tried my best
The walls- finally stripped of needlepoint prayers
and instead layered with every word that has ever danced from my mouth
the smooth ones and the ones that taste like acid
nothing is forgotten or laid aside
My body-
a temple to myself
desecrated in the most holy way
a sacrifice of skin
decorations of valor in a war against myself
it is quiet
every thread I have ever plucked from the seams rips through the air as I come apart
again
spilling tar and galaxies across everything
I have ever known- a mess
I am alone
but not in the way I am supposed to be