sitting alone
aside a headstone
aside your heart
where i used to fight dark
who used to make me feel
so far, so high
invincible to say the least
and it was us
floating
falling
skipping on ice
lying on rice
soaking my fears
loving you
even though
you’re no longer here
Hallucinations aren’t always out of the ordinary. How do we know we’re not hallucinating if everything seems plausible?
I loved everything to anything to everyone who surrounded him. He was perfect. A delusion with a sweet melancholy taste. He was crazy, but he was my crazy and inside, everything felt right.
drunk on wine
highs
life as it passes by
wondering why good turns bad
why bad turns good
how things slip
from your grasp
dangle through cracks
leaving you endlessly sad
but subconsciously
yourself
It was love. It was lust. It was just between us. The passion, the desire, the fire. The way we held on in so little time and his eyes when he saw me for the first time.
and we’re back
here
where i fight hunger
for a drink
to feel something
otherworldly
than the deathly reality
i’m drowning in
we flew
with waves
between days
and fought
in a play of our own
we were
but weren’t
stuck in a motion
of a god forsaken explosion
with blood
curves
cuts we weren’t sure of
we frolicked
for our own sanity
to stray from sadness
lie in a twist of consummation
and then we jumped
caught ourselves off guard
with a hope of serenity
as we stood in the grasp of hell
wondering how we fell
how things twist
without an able-body
with things we used to think
were lovely
i sat enthralled
in blood
in gore
in you
with words
i couldn’t find
in hot
steamy
slime
i twirled
in lies
in a fineness
so thin
so impeccable
i tried
i strived
i slammed
but i survived
with a haze
slight craziness
and a hunger
for something
i never seemed
to know
for love
for this
for his arms
his twine
a lonely grip
i thought i knew
and there we twirled
alone
yet under a spotlight
so bright
we couldn’t seem to land
or gravitate
from edges
from the ocean
from ourselves
the familiar smell
we used to call
we used feel
to used to be
we used to use
when we weren’t we
All of your fears and thoughts were mine, you were so scared but it was beyond divine.
i wondered
if things could feel
the way they did
before nostalgia hit
before life felt
like this
when i wasn’t a piece
lost in the sand
in a desert of coldness
with patches of fire
when temptation was simple
when life wasn’t passion
before we
fell into a pit
of nothingness
