iii. He reminds you that you may never be loved In the way that you are supposed to His heart opens as it should A halved pomegranate And the jewel flesh spills forward In effortless bounty
Yours was wrapped in butcher paper With care, long ago It lives in the freezer In the way, way back Ice crystals form slowly Until they resemble a silver blanket of moss
"Cavetown wrote a song about your ex and we played it all summer long" pt 3. This poem isn't about what you think it is, but I don't think that that matters so much. The feeling is the same at its core, even if the circumstances are not.
Though I see well enough Lucidity escapes me Left withering and splintering In the face of change In spite of the ending Something writhes inside of me A solitary heave Railing against eternity
But I still cling To the bits of shade
Every death is unique As detailed as a fingerprint I'm still not sure how to communicate This intrusive thought, it never goes away
Please... I need is to die knowing That it wasn't all for nothing That I gave this life for something
Maybe I've been too detached Maybe I've been contradicting Falling fast from what I'm needing In hopes of finding something real
So outside the mind, enhanced I see visions of my self Inside my skull I sit and wait, pondering If I'm even alive, as eternity Stretches out before me, but Nothing scratches that itch Waiting for a fabrication to take me in In the days to come...