Just play.

twitch in subtle agony, your cheeks a shade of mahogany;
you are really meant to keep, just you and i, duality.

if there is no cause for me, no cause for senseless brutality;
pray tell this fading memory, to stay a while, eternity.

leave this wretched melancholy, blind eyes you cured, you made them see;
a better person i could be, if i let you in more deep.

through my tears my artistry, you i have met and plan to keep.
tear me down, please gaze at me, now, will you take my challenge to thee?

I wish i may, i wish i might.

stages of metaphors for the people who were cared for.

so you know my line of sight is reflected by the asphalt as i drag my tired legs through the darkened morning light. i mouth esoteric meaning, as my mind struggles to hold in more superfluous thought. more dazed evenings and more confused connections and more and more and more and more and i want to bite the flesh of uncertainty, and cry simultaneously, worrying and worrying and worrying, infinitely.

for the times i hoped to say and for the times i let my mind play and for the times i wished i might, i wished i may, and for the times in my bed staring into the words of tears as i lay. dissipating. now you think you're putting up with me and you think i can tolerate thee? yes it is true. i am your ornament, the venom in your addiction. it is true. now you have grown confident no? you write to me and i read out aloud.

i reap when you are bold.
i weep when you fold.

take me away my love. this humiliation i can no longer endure. take me away and dispose of your mask that hides the ugliness that i have evolved into. your condemned concoction. a memory alike, i will fade into the hole you have exquisitely measured for me. i will.

i promise only flowers will grow in your backyard.

Tnemom

In a morning, as you adorned raiment,
my hollows filled you.

In a morning, one moment,
the breeze discomforted you.

In a morning, in atonement,
you pleased the inner fool.

In a morning, in contentment,
you accepted your choice without further ado.

and i accept you.

Wisp away.

such a sad tune it plays in my head. swimming amongst countless thoughts of nothingness, lighting up the way when it enters my mind simulating a mist that washes over my eyes as i stare holes into the wispy air that floats by. mocking my heightened state of mind that counts as a war just north of the eyebrows. the cold grill of this window to oblivion provides rest for my tired neck while i watch the time and rain drip away.

waste away.

so much rain. and yet i feel nothing. no wash over. no comfort by the melancholy. beyond my reach it continues to fall again and again. yet i stare more, in wonder. am i like the wind? everywhere yet nowhere? does the wind, so majestically braving the rain, get drenched in its moisture? is the wind as privileged as i think it is?

does it feel?

cold breezes grazes my eyelashes and then i feel its mockery and venom fills my veins while the guitar strums melodiously, yet monotonously, in my ears. so lonely it is to be me. and the wind. you tried to grasp me, but i escaped through the holes present in your heart. there was never any tolerance to fit me, and yet you still tried to calm my nerves in a dead of night one momentous day. but really, did you really try hard enough?

i am the wind.

you need not tread carefully. you need not fear me. but you forgot. you let slip from your mind that you should never try to enclose the wind in your palms. you let slip from your mind that you should not lead with your eyes open on a windy day for tears may be. you let slip from your mind that you should not constrict your hair and miss the serenity the wind will caress into your senses.

open your palms and feel me.
close your eyes and think of me.
let your hair loose and love me.

"yo no me quedo"

you let me die.