clinging to an arm,
dividing me

whether by choice or catalyst,
incoherently

succumbed through wondrous pleasure,
became affixation  

while deliciously asphyxiated,
devotedly asunder

Leave.
the safest
most unforgiving
plead

Dreams rarely die.
They just get soggy and
someone must throw them
away.

brisk air admits to sun’s gallivanting;
today’s temporal prosecution

happy thoughts, happy thoughts
all i have is happy thoughts.
happy thoughts of what i’d be if hate and love
and bitter and sweet would swap their place inside to out,
but that’s not how it works, I know.
it takes long to change and longer to grow
into a person who understands the reason to live. not to live,
but to live!
like the end of a 90’s flick, making the most of each day
a lie in itself, but nevertheless
to chase what’s sweet and toss the trash without regret.
the heafty satin baggage claiming to be happy thoughts
but so far from it hurts to laugh
not like joy but like running to death
or be killed otherwise,
to the edge of the earth,
where if we are lucky, we won’t have to do it again.

if words shape reality
like the study with the plants
how far can words go
to cause life or death?

let me be
self to self
why so determined?
not to be

not to this
to that or other
but only one way

that way is dumb
but promising
no

let me be
i just want to be