You are my sweetest Downfall.

I pull the red from
In between the radio's static;

Tugging on the cords
Connecting to the outlets.

(And sparks fall from my eyes,)
As you stand underneath to catch them,
In palms made of bone and dust,
With old eyelash wishes sticking to your fingertips  ;;
Unable to fly off.










I felt my words drop,
As I crawled beneath your skin -
Looking for a place to stay.

I felt the blood rush through your veins
As I knocked on knuckles
And rattled your vertebrae.
I was chasing ideas through your spine,
Sending shivers to the very
[Tip - Top .]
      I was hoping to leave an impression,
Digging fingernails into palms
And Sentences into thoughts.

I swallowed bubbles of heat
And let my esophagus chew on them
The entire way down.

(Raspberry, plumb, and Lemon ;
  I purged them with anxiety.)

Words fell from my lips like
Stars fell from the sky.
(Rarely;;
    And with almost no meaning.)




I cut through ideas with razorblades
And planted sins in the tracks.
I watched them grow;

I watched them bloom and blossom
As I thought,
"We weren't mentioned in the history books."

We weren't mentioned anywhere,
but here.
      This means nothing
    But Here.



I reached for a connection and found nothing but


E M P T I N E S S (.)

  I find myself laying next to hollowed thoughts,
  When I'm laying next to you.

Because Everything is an oxymoron
Being traded in for souls and originality. 

  Everything means nothing
(But Here)
  When I'm with you.

And then I'm in the Real World
                with the Real People
                and the Real Ideas,

and I find myself all alone,
  With no one to hold on to. 
Dripping through the cracks of bone marrow
And Good Night Kisses.

  In a crowded city,
  In an empty part.









I'm singing songs on the car ride home,
Letting Lyrics tattoo themselves onto my heart,
Because I've got this space that needs to be filled,
(And those words mean more to me
Than anything anyone else could ever express,)
Because they're Real.

And that's what I need.




    You said Go Back To Bed
    But I don't know where Back is;
    I've shattered every reflection
    That I've ever known
    Because they've only shown me
    Torture.

So while I hang myself
With Sympathy,
  I leave the words of a split second harlequin romance behind,
Hoping someone will find wisdom
In just a moment of time,

Since time is just a succession of moments.

  I feel  the noose of thoughts tightening around my neck,
  And I can't seem to find the way to stop them from taking over.





I fall beneath the (street lights,
Shining on my skin and pores,)
  Pointing out the obvious,,,
And magnifying my flaws for the
Sidewalk Pedestrians to see.

  [Stare.]
What Difference Does it make (to me)?
   
  This is all just a succession of moments,
And one day,
  (The History books still won't mention us,)


And it'll all have only mattered








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