I'm emotionally detached, in twenty nine days ninety panic attacks, I see through your eyes, straight to your past, the times that you meant it when you really laughed. Your crescents hate light, and descend through the day, I'm deciding my mind between painful and sane, dividing a line between not okay and opaque. A plaque I was given; replying quotes to a mirror image of what I thought could cope. I know my life's doubtful, more mournful than most. Lost in translation as feeling the least, a leash on my brain and one sense of release. I wanna meet sharpness to puncture my breath, rather than losses I can't reconnect-
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This poem is about how unattached I am from myself. I hope it makes sense
swallow your darkness .. paint me purple .. tickle me pink .. burning in red .. fiery green .. distance in shade .. like we see no color .. feeling the aura of your aurora .. bury me in yellow .. sky so bright , yet so mellow .. swallow your darkness .. paint me in grey .. burning in gold .. fiery disarray .. walking on levels of coal covered in tears .. missing the coldness of my fears .. swallow my darkness .. paint me in black .. burning in red .. emotions unattached ... we cover our mouths .. bow our heads .. we forget what it's like to not be dead .. spend quality time trying not to forget .. the darkness we hide while we're burning in red ..