Dying Star

Pebbles come sailing through the night sky
Destination: my bedroom window.
The faint tap, tap, tap as they strike the siding,
The window pane.

Bullfrogs croak,
Moths flutter bye,
My yard is your stage,
The moon is your lighting.

Whispers carry in the wind,
I lean out to catch a glimpse
Of you starring at me;
You're slithering back.

Casual conversation,
Awkward tension,
The past we can't forget.

Chills overcome my body,
A wave of goose pimples crashes onto my skin;
My blood is slightly boiling.

The oh so familiar feeling
Of blood flushing to my pale cheeks,
The cover of night protects my rage.

You're that itch I can't reach
In the center of my back,
I want to claw away layers
Of skin and muscle
To be rid of you forever.

Inhale,
Blow smoke rings
Laugh in you're oh so perfect tone,
Choke my soul with your condescending nature.

Pull on my heartstrings,
Guilt me back into the sea of remorse,
Smile so I can hear my brain shouting no
And my heart beating yes.

Barely say a word,
Let your presence speak for you,
Watch as I crawl back into this hole;
I'm digging myself deeper.

There's no escape
I'm drowning in the gray of your eyes.
Holding onto my last breathe,
Someone save me from myself.






...I'm collapsing into you like a dying star