you invented anger and laughter
a cry and a smile
one side is heavier than the other
but don’t ask which one

and funnily enough i’m holding hands with myself, again and i crafted narratives of secrets and regrets, again and why are we so drawn into things that only YOU understand? again!

i look for your skin to crawl
for your hair to get lost in
for the softest of your breathing
for the flames that you caused
for the burning in mine

inside this cave where the monsters sleep
where i tried to sweep and ****
where you whispered your tricks
where i shoot up the glim
where you whistle and                              flee

you watched them point their swords at me
i remain small to keep you where you want to be

in a town where yours is mine
my loudest heartbeats under the raindrops
as you strolled along my starry eyes
behind your back the moon arrives
unaware that soon we will die

that was you;
and how your voice never silent and your yells sweetened and how it made me feel so little, and
how your being found me unsafe and your sorry that came away and how it made me perfectly dead

and i am no poet;
to curse you with words to glorify you in a paper
and keep it in a box, i
wont let the fool in me becomes

the dearest of mine
pinched me hard enough
to feel colors where they compete

the dearest of mine
adjusting longing graze
greets them ever-so-warmly

the dearest of mine
is where i submitted relentlessly
not trying to put a halt on it