work in progress
I tried to formulate words, instead words formulated me
and betrayed me in their fluidity
the ease in which they dripped from my lips
it shook me...til I was shaken and stirred
my words are infidelity, and they cheat on me frequently
I asked my vocabulary if it loves me
cause its so beligerant
and it spills out of my fingertips while I watch helpless behind half-closed eyes
between asleep and awake is the space in which the real I exists
where fate and fantasy collide when I persist
my tragic downfall - zero immunity to the consumption of love
it manifests itself in me like illness
the blood in my body is 13x13 celcius
so vapor runs under my skin until it overflows and wets glossy lips, its lemonade
full clothed I'm sweet and naked
my flower has soft petals that cry pollen to make love to your pores
my spine tightens with this tension
my fear of this is the color lavender
so I overstand you understand how it tortures me
the more sublime of my colors crack so less elegantly afterall
I'm so ashamed of my suffering and...
baby I don't feel good
I miss you like I actually had your heart
if I'm dying in a cocoon maybe I'll emerge without this dust, less pale
...I smile all kinds of maniacal