Death be not sollemn

Death of self is reflected in her eyes as she lies to both of us about

the real girl

and what she has been made to believe it means to be her

She stretches out imperfect perfection of silver-lined eyelashes

My insides halved

 

Death of me rages within as I allow my heart to descend in spinning chronicles of glimpses

future pain

flashes before my eyes as I attempt to fight the inevitable

I allow her to tear a piece of this already weathered wall

and like a starved demon she consumes all my weaknesses

She smiles at them

carefully cutting along the carved edges of past tyranny

 

Death of desire transcends all other deaths…

For what is a connection without the desire to sustain it?

The mouse in me begins to shy away, to fold itself into human fetal position

Suddenly the storm isn’t beautiful anymore

It overwhelms one with sweet scents to such an extent that one knows only one thing for sure

This gentleness is only temporary… it isn’t real… neither is it pure

 

Her piercing stare

Her words sharp as daggers

I brush it off and behave as a steel rod

Emotionless

Absurd

I am none of this

 

Where words fail me

Emotion fails me more

For I find neither comfort nor forever on these fickle shores

I see a single kiss which anchored to it’s owner’s lips my core

Forging another failure

Another inexplicable disappearance of a possibility

 

I look for the light across from where I live

The light where I found myself

The light she was never shy to give

I wave in my imagination goodbye

And in reality

I long to allow for her to cause the change in me necessary for this dream to live

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