I shifted in & out of consciousness when
you wrapped rubber bands around the beds
of my fingernails, listening to the whispers
of insomnia creep into the actualities of how
you truly made me feel, but nothing compared
to what was authentic, & what was fictitious;
maybe that's where we went wrong.
I hop-scotched over your confusions, only to
compromise similarly with my own;
i. you grew throughout my entire body like
a form of cancer, an oblivion that I was only
shielding myself from, but I let you become
that scratch upon the roof of my mouth & the
only way I could've completely let you go was
to barricade myself from licking it;
but I just couldn't.
ii. you wanted to destroy something beautiful;
so I let you pour glitter into my veins and conceal
it with your cold sweat so I was only allowed
to speak in vowels and breathe ashes instead
of the purity of oxygen;
you reflected my life through shattered glass.
iii. you. Every distinctive feature about me
somehow connects back to you, & being the
center of your world and corrupting your ozone
layer of deception, I only cared to complete your
inner circle, to misplace your irresponsibilities
so you could grip nothing short of bliss; I put
myself out on the line, just so you could feel whole.
I would once tag that as I principle of love, but I could
only stay steady on your pedestal for so long.
I remember highlighting words throughout
magazines which counterfeited the thoughts that
crept throughout my bones and foreshadowed
the memories that were hid in secrecy inside
of my heart, so you couldn't see how much I
really cared about you, & so I wouldn't hear you
reveal that behind those dark hazel eyes,
you care about me.
The captured kodak moments where our
obnoxious laughter is actually in-sync or the
yearning to just lean over and caress your
lips is drowning me in a portal of never after;
& I don't know how much longer I can pretend
to be okay, when I'm really pulling petals from
an already wilted daisy;
he loves me, he loves me not.
& I've put forth my effort with the strength
I have left, but I'm drifting over a world of
contemptible sorrow instead of leading a life
where I can feel how I deserve to feel; inclusive.
& I've seen you take long gazes into my
eyes, but the clumps of mascara are beclouding
the truth, and the truth is the opposite charge
between a magnet split in half, craving a form
of perfection, but unable to reform a positive
force of elaboration; kind of like you and me.
you've stolen greed in a flawless matter
only so it could be thrown back into my face,
& truth be-told,
even the Mona Lisa falls apart.♥
you wrapped rubber bands around the beds
of my fingernails, listening to the whispers
of insomnia creep into the actualities of how
you truly made me feel, but nothing compared
to what was authentic, & what was fictitious;
maybe that's where we went wrong.
I hop-scotched over your confusions, only to
compromise similarly with my own;
i. you grew throughout my entire body like
a form of cancer, an oblivion that I was only
shielding myself from, but I let you become
that scratch upon the roof of my mouth & the
only way I could've completely let you go was
to barricade myself from licking it;
but I just couldn't.
ii. you wanted to destroy something beautiful;
so I let you pour glitter into my veins and conceal
it with your cold sweat so I was only allowed
to speak in vowels and breathe ashes instead
of the purity of oxygen;
you reflected my life through shattered glass.
iii. you. Every distinctive feature about me
somehow connects back to you, & being the
center of your world and corrupting your ozone
layer of deception, I only cared to complete your
inner circle, to misplace your irresponsibilities
so you could grip nothing short of bliss; I put
myself out on the line, just so you could feel whole.
I would once tag that as I principle of love, but I could
only stay steady on your pedestal for so long.
I remember highlighting words throughout
magazines which counterfeited the thoughts that
crept throughout my bones and foreshadowed
the memories that were hid in secrecy inside
of my heart, so you couldn't see how much I
really cared about you, & so I wouldn't hear you
reveal that behind those dark hazel eyes,
you care about me.
The captured kodak moments where our
obnoxious laughter is actually in-sync or the
yearning to just lean over and caress your
lips is drowning me in a portal of never after;
& I don't know how much longer I can pretend
to be okay, when I'm really pulling petals from
an already wilted daisy;
he loves me, he loves me not.
& I've put forth my effort with the strength
I have left, but I'm drifting over a world of
contemptible sorrow instead of leading a life
where I can feel how I deserve to feel; inclusive.
& I've seen you take long gazes into my
eyes, but the clumps of mascara are beclouding
the truth, and the truth is the opposite charge
between a magnet split in half, craving a form
of perfection, but unable to reform a positive
force of elaboration; kind of like you and me.
you've stolen greed in a flawless matter
only so it could be thrown back into my face,
& truth be-told,
even the Mona Lisa falls apart.♥
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