i could believe in the mouth of others
honey, you both got chemistry like sugar and ice.
i could believe in my own little brain
tell me what is so wrong with me..
tell me why..
i could kiss your lips
with o p e n e d e y e s ,
but i cannot bear to look at you
when you are embracing me
i could confine in the quarters of my heart.
(since when did the fact that I possessed such monstrosity come into acceptance?)
inside the four rooms
portraits of your face
lingering
vanishing
held up by strings of infatuation,
making the walls
collapse condemn
constrict collide
carress consume crash
crawl curse
cannonize corrupt
crave
floating
down
down
down.
tell me why..
i could write so shamelessly that
i need you
i adore you
i miss you
i l o v e y o u
i want you
i cherish you
six thousand and eight hundred times.
but i cannot tell you that " i want to see you so much it hurts " .
it doesn't quite matter.
it is only a simple act of
attempting to balance the sanity
of a toothless adoration
with blinded self-proclaimed
masochistic interpetations.
it is only the veil of an apathetic shell
to fortify monsters
laced by the maddening hormones of
teenage mediocre oestrogens.
it is only bruised knuckles
wrapped in cheap bandages
in the futility of closing wounds;
as there is no such
blood in the world that has not yet
been tainted by obscenities.
it is only the fact that
i have a tendency to stare at you as if
i could stare right past your flesh and
bones but i forget that your skull is
just too ****** thick.
it is only a masterful literate
who can comprehend the laws
of sentence structures but refuses to
write the word " you" and " me"
in fear of establishing "us".
it is only my heart that you hold, bleeding in your clenched fists.
the more i think : the more i hurt.
i had this posted,
i really like it. :)
and the structure, is something
i thought i'd try. :)
