statuesque.

State of mind, altered.
As time marches on
I find my statuesque posture
compromised//corrupted
by her gaze.

burst.

Why is it that
when I think of you
nothing feels like the truth?

As though we
lived inside a bubble
and when it burst
everything it ever held
vanished.

And now that you're gone too,
I can't help but wonder
what we ever were at all.

ghosts.

louder now, on the the way out
sounds bleeding through my
ringing ears
screaming, pleading
with frequencies
to never leave
until only static remains

heat seeking.

temptation met by opportunity:
brushing my teeth in strange places/
no feelings to keep me warm tonight
only body heat... foreign sheets.
no love in sight, seeking more heat.

wisdom alludes me this winter.

bird of prey.

She's baring more than teeth to me,
out to collapse a lung.

And maybe she can,
maybe I'll let her.
I'm finding the power in playing her prey.

We're the same breed of beast
after all.

She's blurring my lines,
boasting late nights
and I confess she seems to see me.
But I can't tell if she cares.

dysphoric.

dysphoria hits and i’m strung out for days
drunk on memories, even the good ones fade
so line up the excuses for never feeling quite right
and shoot em down the line
for now another day means another fatal blow
dragging me toward the setting sun
to ignite any semblance of hope

???????.

I'm mesmerized by your question marks,
all the things I want to know...

impossible colour.

the distance between
that person and me
everything I've wanted to be
the impossible colour will destroy me

mtmm.

more than mildly manic;

I got stoned in the shower/
found your resonant frequency.
your beacon was
calling out to me.