Poison pours from my eyes, we're on our sixth second chance and I'm soaked to the skin.
I am the best and worst part of you, your strongest weakness. I've only been longing to be someone else. Longing to be someone to lose yourself in. This mutual pain; this mutual love; this mutual desperation for acceptance is breaking me apart at the spine. I can not amble through life knowing that I provide the venom for this sickness.
Broken crystals, shattered and jagged, your irises beg me to be repaired.
You cry for me, your biggest downfall. Refute breaking stride. Maintain your life, do not allow mine to interfere. If you were wise, you would acknowledge the inevitable. Enduring life is my mistake, but a mistake worth making. Be afraid no longer, love, and cry no more for me.
We keep spinning out of control and now sorrows are merging without hesitation.
The cycle never stops, and now I'm lost in the fog in my head. Navigating through the mist and the confusion, a collision is foreseeable. Half of me living, half of me gone, the struggle let's me know there is still something left. We love. We fight. We breathe. We love. We love. We breathe.
This round, deception is not probable. Battle alongside me no longer, for the blood cascading down my fingertips would drive me to obliteration.
Today, being sentient is a voyage that I'm uncertain of embarking on.
I like your poetry, better than mine.
ReplyDeleteBaw, thanks. I'd probably feel the same about yours. I don't really like putting my stuff out there for people to read, but I figure it's doing more being read then sitting in my notebook. lol
ReplyDeleteYeah, I put up a post of poetry, all old stuff, one of the poems goes back to freshman year. And since I am a heterosexual male, the fact that I like poetry has been something I've had to keep secret for a long time, I finally just said fuck it and made a post of poems. :D
ReplyDeleteBut keep up the beautiful work:D