I grasp the shirt you’re wearing and I beg to tear every fiber to the beginnings of something beyond my fingers. This vivid taste of your blood incites my tears to pour like a river from inside me. Don’t you see what you’re doing to this? Do you not wish for more than a fate wasted? Life held in such fragile jars. I imagine holding the world in breakable glass. I am but an empty experience with the taste of youth in my veins.
Lover, remind yourself where you make the choices of forever. Instances burning like fire in the driest of seasons. Darling, take the constant time to dip your hand into the cold water. Can you feel the stillness? It resounds from my eyes to the look I receive in return.
Take this as your toxic asset, what is left behind.
You parade around constantly un-aroused by the common notion of a simpler perspective, denying yourself . Don’t you understand in the end, it’s all going to happen anyway? I’m so angry with your false perceptions that you can prevent who you love, or change your approach. There is a reason this is set to a russian roulette of mixed emotions. Dive in, don’t be afraid of a past but cherish the preciousness of your lucky coincidences.
But you know, I see the way you look at me with that sideways stare. Knowing I see through everything you are and still you can’t look away. Keep in mind, with that crooked smile how you imagine things to appear because in a seconds glance your off the hook. I will return the favor bc I see everything the others can’t, bc you hide it so well. So well I don’t even think your able to comprehend the gravity of your own visions.
