you are a silhouette cut-out.
if only i could fit into you.
out of proportion?
parts; poking and cratering
across my body to make
this mismatch of flesh.
am i god's leftovers?
or is that too divine?
i'm what everyone else
simply left behind.
i thought my heart
too big, too full, too red,
but the dark side of it,
is horror, near-dead.
disproportionate - yes.
in the physical, emotional,
metaphorical sense.
i am an uneven hill surface.
cannot complain when no one
bothers to clamour across it
to see the dark side of the moon.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
you are a silhouette cut-out.
if only i could fit into you.
out of proportion?
parts; poking and cratering
across my body to make
this mismatch of flesh.
am i god's leftovers?
or is that too divine?
i'm what everyone else
simply left behind.
i thought my heart
too big, too full, too red,
but the dark side of it,
is horror, near-dead.
disproportionate - yes.
in the physical, emotional,
metaphorical sense.
i am an uneven hill surface.
cannot complain when no one
bothers to clamour across it
to see the dark side of the moon.
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