Sometimes
Sometimes, I look at the slithers of knots rooted bottom right of my beating chest,
I feel a pain loosing you has gained and run circles around the decision to leave all the same... I pour liquids of frustration of regretful imagination but this pain is best.
Disbelief collects tightly around the pathways I use to purchase air, and I feel powerfully scared looking around at the life I know to no longer being there...I float on candy coated feelings of this mystic love affair of torment and despair, hoping this loneliness keeps my struggles clear.
Vivid chalk dust mirrors our love in vain, but my heart complains not for it knows much gain...your hidden shape of the very beauty I wake falls like the emotions I make that takes hast and exposes our swollen personalities as they dance in pain.
My knowledge is wise to my lovers surprise, and if I glare hard into the soul embedded within your eyes...I see blind hope sometimes.
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