delusion
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I went back to our memory today.
The bench beneath us was white-washed
With the summer sun
And thousands of transient lovers’
Marks
She wanted you,
but she needed something else
not for herself though
so she did what she knew best
she let her wishes go
she choose the need
and she did get it
she should be happier-a bit
Outward pour of a fluid form.
Remain resilient amid morbid scorn.
Corny words attempt to mingle.
Story swords adept to symbols.
Macho man with a toothpick soul,
“Sing a hopeful song!”They said.“A catalyst for revolution!”They cried.“A song for the rebels…”They shouted.
Sirens.They tell me I am asleep.Serenity.A serenade of degrees.Tranquility.A trill of thirds ring in my head.Where do I find rest?The blissful chords.The whimsy of itchy ears.
My life is a book of knots.
feel free to
read through them and watch me rot
see
I tried to die but I got caught
and
I loved more, so much I thought
They say you only dream
In black and white.
If that's the case
I've never seen
Such vivid blacks and stunning whites
As run through my mind at night.
Longing, peril, mystery;
Because in the nook of your chest lies my desire
Buried somewhere between your ribs are my dreams
But yet your setting my heart on fire
I’m bursting at the seams
It tears me to pieces to see you
