Behind the palm trees
In the vast, rust coloured sky
Sets the orange sun
Waiting on the elevator
For my day of labor
Instant gratification after
Days of waiting safer
Now we talk in secret
Spaces craving the others
Flavor of disgust leaving
Rust in my joints and bones
Masochistic I remember
Pain has always been my
Soul stains and rusts
As it's consumed by lust.
But not for you.
bite into an apple
and it turns to dust on my tongue
constructing an illusion to try my trust
you carry a piece of me in you
and I don’t think I like it very much
the places we went
belong to you
nothing is mine
shoplifting my humor
and the rest of me too
coaxing figures in your diorama
bribes to reveal data
for you to
but you had no consequence
a knifefish in your own right
so hungry and full of electric
you always made sure we had an eager audience
I don’t think it was for them
you needed a way to create distance
while pulling me in close
a way to make us lie to ourselves about what we want
we’re far too enmeshed, even apart
still you want the words on my mind
and you’ll get off on seeing me compromised
I can smell the iron of our spilled blood
aftermath of our overflow
the garden of eden is covered in rust
you don’t believe in anything
you just hate to lose an argument
the pious are never wrong
their actions are always just
I don’t want to carry your rib
you can have it back
i spit out
you put in my mouth
so you feel
but the taste
Iron legs brittle to the touch
ready to snap like dry twigs,
and yet it still carries mulch, tools, and plants.
Wheels tried and true.
Metal a sunset hue.
It’ll collapse no doubt into a heap on the ground
spilling its contents to be judged by the earth.
I wonder what will finally make it fail.
The stones? The dirt? The rain?
It’s a matter of when, not if.
All carriers crumble under the weight.
Do you feel it too??
The love we had, that glitter
Our memories, in a wonder!
Now it just shakes and stutter.
Like rusty nails that were depraved from water.
We are together, but we fell apart a long time ago.
We are like two people, who didn't matter...
We are separate, with love that ran cold.
In love with each other, but in a different cluster!
I love yhu, but it's just not enough.
Yhu don't make any effort.
I love yhu, but Yhu're painful!
Feeling empty inside
Silent raw hollow cries vibrate
Heavy a weight but wait as a
voice from within sighs
Uprising begins to follow on strong
Bones turn to dust
Metal will rust
What do you hold at the end
of your day
If only a name
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