I love you
I am sorry,
I just lost
me. Cage me.
Restrain my hopelessly pounding heart
against your resolving grip and crushing chest.
Your will be comes my
you marry me?
Not my words but my hearts. Honor me with words like I
you even love me at all?
Maybe it’s time to take a
my heart fully.
Obliterate my hopes and leave me defeated.
Stand victoriously defiant over what remains of my
a picture in your mind of me, happy.
Subdued to an almost willing state of oblivion, awaiting orders and a
me. Tell me I am not paranoid.
Tell me I’m not deranged at the thought of a sudden leave and a swift
me some more. Smother my intuition and
to see me
dreams pour into my mutilated hippocampus in plentiful amounts
only to be absorbed into my shaking limbs,
and exercised through my flailing fists as I scream
engulfs remnants of blues,
steadily converts to red temper.
Paper burns. Letters burn.
Words as void promises to the
domination at last.
This sphere of a soul dominated
by a dictator of flesh, bone and destruction.
Absolute words from absolute minds don’t
until my eyes are shut,
and then from behind your back you withdraw
a memory of twelve
limp on a casket,
which, in my dreamworld, now opens.
And inside a joker laughing as though I mean nothing.
And the cackle seeps into my mind
and becomes all I can see and all I can
your sword. Get ready to fight without reason
fight on words, clawing through excuses
and over fragments of forgotten amorous
of white and the breath of drunk dragons
skipping school just for the
seekers don’t wait until
the water once churned,
your own business.
We’re doing just fine.
He is my soul mate, I
is a stupid word.
The sharp shards
and shrapnel reverberating
off your shattering heart
the scene is over.
Goodbye and Goodnight.
Now give me my
to see if I’m okay.
I love you.