It doesn’t make sense until you make sense of it.
-
i’m here
stolen in a moment
of life vs. death
not in a sense of sadness
but in truth with what it is
and i fall to keep
strength at my knees
puzzles and complex
feigns in greed
with your hands at bay
reaching for words
in my reality
where i left you
to sing for truth in horror
views from balconies
where i reminisced on stolen kisses
from men in bars
where drunken cowards
find excuse instead of fumes
in a relationship
screaming for infidelity
and i look
not to view
but to see the world
for what it is
rather than what it was
a man in sheets
lying to himself
to keep his ego at bay
before it sunk to seas
where lies told him so
hell brought him cold
nature like his bones
in innocence
where the men he keeps
stand in error
for words of a liar
like himself -
i fall beneath your being
twisting in vain
between veins of our might
crushed by bits
in tango with a dark
structure i told myself
we’re stolen in moments
to create a void of emotion
by mouths of men
jaws of might
we discover ourselves at night
in spite of minds alike
and i break to take
myself to other levels
before leaves fall from trees
in preparation of november
when thoughts linger
and your thoughts
are at the grip
of ill will fingers -
and i find your eyes in texture
to be without you
is to be without feeling
touch of emotion
breaking my knees
to bend backwards
without a point of view
in essence of words
we became to frolic
seas of time in virtue
in grass of backyards
before spring created
hands of warmth together
loss in time we created
ourselves to be here
together
in proxomity
to each other -
We’re meant for each other for a moment, but no one knows how long the moment lasts except the moment itself.
-
your neck i taste
like candles on a fireplace
passion, it lingers
to feel you
in my being
on endless nights
with crackles of a fireplace
i echo in this
to create something i’d miss
like your eyes on my neck
screaming in sin
because this made sense
like you and i
twisting in bliss
for wounds i kissed
on your back
in time
in endless rhymes
like saturday night
before abyss reminisced
and time eclipsed
on the night we met
in july of thirteen -
In theory, I never loved you. I loved us. That’s what everyone forgets.
-
You mistake tragedy for horror because no one likes true sadness.
-
high tide and a dark mind
in and out of circles
in hellbent minds
i said
while the music played
and you spoke
as i began to say
we die in moments
to create a climax
of something worthwhile
and we walk towards stairs
to reach another level
we don’t wake for each other
we watch for ourselves
as our beings are lovely
in dire innocence
basking in sin
is something we commend
on other sides
of the world
in crevices of my mind
and i said
while you weren’t listening
but you talked on edges of yourself
and things we miss
we reminisce because
they’re all we told ourselves it would be
just us
and the sun of our setting
reaching coffee cups
in sideways kitchens
where conversations had endings
because the words were never met
by ears of another
so words which were said
were never said
but spoken in secrecy
like some settings
tend to be
in corridors of our minds
and lobes of our brain
in kitchen cabniets
where i spent my time
looking for words
in the darkest of places -
You slip in night because darkness is a type of coldness. A temperature where you feel somewhat safe. By feeling safe, you feel like you. You blend in with the night causing your shades to become temporary enough to expose them.
