Watch me stand alone at night and listen to the voices in my head-hear me scream your name in my sleep and wonder if it’s because I love or hate you.
Tell me that you love me, and realize that my walls have been up this whole time. You don’t want them to come down- I would be a different person. You’re already in love with the sad me, I shouldn’t bother with anything else.
Let me know how you feel on bad days and good days and all the days in between- send the ‘I’m busy’ text when I get emotional.
Wrap your vine arms around me and feel me shake, hold me tighter. Tell yourself that I’m cold and it’s not the fact that your arms remind me of a cage I couldn’t escapef. You don’t even know the story. My teeth have shattered.
Listen to my silence and make it your melody. Count the beats until I crescendo into nothingness. Breathe through your nose. Keep your back straight.
Follow me into the dark, strike a match and watch me burn. Relish in my light- singe your eyebrows. Take a step back. Stare as my ashes are blown away in the wind. Leave.
Eat my heart. Feel my blood soak through your tongue, washing away your lies with my own. Devour my eyes- see what I keep hidden.
Don’t let me see your scars. Feel the ridges on my arms and squirm- I’ll start to hide mine too. Long sleeves and locked up words. Everyone is satisfied. My throat is burning.
Wait until I’m asleep, cast your shadows on top of my own. Choke the flame from my dreams-make it your own.
Want what we can’t have. Wish on a million stars, beg the gods, hold your breath. Our hands do not fit together.
Fear the future. Flee from the right now. Hold down your shaking hands. Drop your concerns on my doorstep- don’t leave a return address.
Smile at my middle name. Tell me it fits perfectly- beauty and callus bring the smells of spring and my exhaustion.
Wonder when I’ll come to my senses- try to run back. Daydream of untied shoelaces and slippery streets. Feel content with broken bones.
Imagine a day when our eyes will be able to meet without the world erupting. It’s impossible. You squint your eyes. The picture stays fuzzy.
I love this. More than any piece you’ve written. Please do not think that this isn’t poetry ,because that’s what it feels like to me. It is more than something. It is real and good and you need to put this in your final portfolio.
I enjoy the slightly twisted perspective of love. Your imagery is really great in an odd and unique way; it makes me feel for it more. Great job!