Detachment Is the ultimate form of ecstasy, Or so it is said. To cut loose the veins that thread From eye to heart and hand From child to father Through plots of earth Across memories And gardens And cities And lands
To exist alone An island Strong And eternal.
Tied only to the whims of God.
But my love,
Here in the gently, Drifting dark I cannot feel where my breath ends, And yours,
You have fed my soul like music
And I will starve without you.
If only we were vampires, I would still love you every single day with the desperation of mortality.
"it was a long time ago" he says as he hides his tears with a grin she asks, "Are you okay?" he grins, he lets out a failed laugh, he lies she sees straight through his act she asks, "Are you okay?" tears swelling in the corners of his eyes, he lies she waits for them to be wiped away sneakily she asks, "Are you okay?" he looks her in the eye, using all his strength he lies she says she believes him, she breaks eye contact she asks, "Are you sure? It's okay if you aren't" he shakes his head, he falls towards her embrace, "I'm sorry for being so difficult" he says vulnerably
she says, "When are you going to move on" and turns her back to him and leaves as he cries alone in the dark
not florescent but covered by a translucent screen, my tense and aching frame washed in a dull desaturating blue glow. streetlights speed past neurotic eyes, like worries of friends i haven't spoken to, and every awful thing i've ever said to my mother. i think of you, of course, the way i catch my reflection in the bus window: a glimpse—terrified and fascinated. i wring my hands, a nervous habit when they're feeling empty. everything i want is always at my door, and everything i fear is never far behind. why won't anyone let me hold them from halfway across the room? stay sitting across the aisle, as mysterious to me as any other tired stranger. i see you clearly but can never tell what you're thinking.