ever since i met you that night i've
been breaking off pieces of my body
i wanted to be the piece that matched
your smile as you left me there in the
pouring rain cutting myself inside out
until i didn't know who i was anymore
because it felt better to be dead than to
live as someone that you wouldn’t like
forgotten clusters of us
and as we laid in the green grass
I whispered into your ear, stroking your arm gently
[ always remember... please
I have no doubts about what we have
my struggles come only from s h a t t e r e d veins ]
( tired and damaged over the years )
you jerked at those words, almost swimming in electricity , body lifting abruptly
as if the whole world
was tumbling down your shoulders
arms tightly wrapped around your knees
time froze, there was nothing
just heavy notions that spoke from your soul to my open core
and then you looked at me , dark eyes mixing with the bright stars above your head
your expression sad but eyes blazing , consuming my insides as you spoke
[ I’m build the same way as you... can’t you see ? ]
something shifted into place, something exhaled slowly
and I heard us then... our tones whispering shyly of magnificence
stealing the breath in my lungs
that already belonged to you
for centuries I moved within your sphere
and that night, gazing at the calm raging fires centered in your being
knowing I would not sleep
knowing I would never sleep again
I moved up slowly by your side, leaning in
lips pressing against the exposed skin of your back , arms surrounding you with care
blending into something
that I could not touch with my mind
[ we share our fears, hopes and lost breaths
our hearts beating with the same
f r a c t u r e d drums ]
your face turned to me at that moment
voice just a fragile hush between moonless nights
that you had to go through alone . finally feeling the glow under your skin
colliding stars that spoke of us
[ so different, and yet so alike ]
the tenderness that filled me then . never stopped humming in my blood
months passed, years, endless lifetimes
and I was still with you at this moment , in that sweet surrender
that barely defined bliss
when you hold my soul in your hands
We're two of a kind you and I. Same dark blue eyes, same long blonde hair, same long legs, same arms, same loveable heart. I can read your mind just like you can read mine. I don't like it when we're not wearing the same thing. We match. You're my mirror, my reflection, my clone, my carbon copy, we match. My built in best friends, twin sisters till the end, there's no one I'd rather match with. ❤
I hate you.
You hate me.
We are glad to call each other enimies.
I can't stop the growing scars you give me.
You can't stop the growing scars I give you.
We are one of a kind.
One and the same.
Because I hate you.
And you hate me.
Because we, are spirit and spirit.
But we are split.
You have everthing I hate.
I have everything you hate.
We are two halves of the same person.
But we are not the same.
bright blue on dark blue sneakers
whats your name i ask
he looks at me and laughs
we bike along the river
two kids on a mission
i wear two blue sneakers
we stop at a bench and he looks over
“how come you dont have laces”
“they didn’t keep me grounded”
he laughs and said “me too”
its been years since then
we became best friends and talk every day
i smile at the memory and look down
at my foot
where the tattoo is
the one we both got, together
that day we met
on the top of our feet
one black shoelace
wrapped around our foot, tied
it has kept us grounded ever since
I have always been drawn to your side
though perhaps I should be terrified.
I recognise that bit of crazy in your eyes.
I see the same insanity when I look into mine.
We match, you know, you and I,
though I'll never let you see behind
this mask I wear, the trick of my trade,
it seems to make the lunacacy fade.
But you wear no mask, child of pain,
and I wonder... if I took mine off, could I live again?
The life in me is like a washed down bar of soap;
dead in the dish,
drowning in a pathetic pool of its own making,
yet to be jammed down the drain by the dirty foot of a showerer,
but devoid of purpose, nevertheless.
And then there's you, full and yellow,
smooth with purpose printed across your top.
Warm like palm trees, strong as olives,
the arch in your back
perfect to trace and hold and study.
Firm and unbroken - able
to stand on two heels without slipping or sliding.
So I wait on my soap dish, and hold every one of my hopes
high for the moment that you come and meld me.
Take my life and give it purpose.
Take my body give it shape.
Soak up the lonesome piddle pool and
brave the world as one;