So
I get it out of you at last
And it occurs to me for the first time
You search for that magical type of love
You, who are unbroken
I tell you, you are it for me

for those of us whose arms bend backwards
I see you behind the mirror
And I know you die
The moment those headphones are in

my sister is gone
and the cat is gone
and my brother is gone
and my mother's been knocked out since noon

I lounged on the deck with a mooched glass of ***,
Twilight chill enchanting my soul.
My stomach toiled with excitement and fear.
The sleepless night welded what I held dear
With the provoked thoughts of life if I were to
Disappear.
I will.
Then out of the blue, the trees begin to whistle.
Shake, scrape, shake, the dance of the wind.
But in this glorious scene...
Could it be?
A gentle hoot?
An owl, old as time, whispering my name in the wind.

Sweet nothings bore me.

Secrets shared in the first ten minutes
are worth less than the effort it takes me
to hear them.

So say something new, in words
that burn my skin when they touch.
Must try harder.

How can I express a feeling,
Be it happy or sad,
That you yourself will never feel?
Because, well...
I am mental and I am me.
You are you, through and through.

Sink or swim.
A narcissistic value.
You cannot touch them, for they simply float.
But I?
I do nothing at all.
I let the waves pull me under, serene and cold.
The lights from bright blues to deep, dark, ultramarine weight.
My chest and lungs scream and burn,
The heavy, pulsing weight makes my skull explode…
Until I let my air
Burst
And bloom
From my body.
I’m drowning but I cannot express how this experience
Was...
Perfect!
I was okay…
Until I was gone.
Blood gushing from the slit in my throat.
Choking.
Broken.
Gone.