chalk outlines where I lay in the center of yet another linoleum tiled floor
brown eyes never looked so wild
& I was always told never to care for a wild thing
but you are captivating
and damaging
you take masochistic pleasure in watching me swim in this ocean of doubt you made for me
confusion sweeps me up in her arms and carries me up into the clouds, my vision blurs more so now, the fog creeps in on this island.
canopy beds snap at the sound of exotic birds buzzing in the background;
background, can't you just act like the island is deserted?
can't you just imagine their voices are further away?
we walked on soft seaweed but stepped on sea urchins along the way, and you couldn't heal both of us.
you can't always heal both of us.
sometimes the tide comes up to the palm trees and sometimes it only goes so far that we have to walk to it, meet in the middle
but all that matters is that there is still an ocean right?
would you even care if there wasn't?
would you still be doubting my every word, as if it was nothing more than the sound of sea breeze?

Follow The Leader,
I play.
... Lost as a dog.
Wandering,
through a dense fog.
*
A girl without a voice,
born to follow...
not to rejoice.-------------------------------------------
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But now,
He tags along.
And before long, you see...
what he sees.
Following the leader,
as he plays.---------------------------------------------
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Only two,
and one behind.
Only when I realize,
I wasn't born to lead.
...Do I see, that he;

Is following me.

"I miss your love"
she said.

I used to write you poetry.
Last Christmas I made you a journal;
You loved that.

"Things are different. It's a really strange change, isn't it?"
I replied.

"Yeah they are different, you don't love me anymore."
"I miss your cuddles. And your laughter. "
"But mostly your love."

Your three texts remain unopened.
They've been haunting my phone screen
For the past hour now.
And that's how the unsaid things remain unsaid.

It's heartbreaking but when their are two
One must go

We're two people
not stranger to love,
yet we find ourselves
chasing it uphill,
until we tire and it
gets farther, and farther
from us until we can't
see it any longer.

We're forced to
trudge the trail,
silently hoping
that we'll
find it again
because I believe
that we're two people
not stranger to love.

We try to put two and two together
To make four
But someone's four isn't our four.
What's four to you isn't four to me.
Oh, what a peculiar tragedy.

This is why hearts are broken.
Why art comes in many tokens.
Why society and technology flourish
How every war in existence is nourished.

People.
Do.
Not.
Inhabit.
The.
Same.
Reality.