breadcrumbs
passionfruit
little bird
drowning
rainbow
lost in you
clean
be
god
mangled
a wreath
perhaps...
is
somebody keeping score?
fading
drunk
my
awakening
the
eye of the beholder
of
blood and water (song of the twice born)
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i peer at you
my eyes clouded with wonder
dissecting your face.
i search your eyes
hoping to find acceptance
but see only shadows
i try to understand why
you do the things you do
and say the things you say.
that you would believe
you taste so bitter
that you would
tear out your heart
willing it to be black
to gouge out your eyes
so as not to see
your own self reflected.
that you would believe
i couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't cherish you
you say you are
a dark patch in the night sky
i say you are
the fingers of God
on a hazy sunny day
that i have given you my heart
and am holding yours with cupped hands
and i see that it is red
with the blood of life
and i taste its bitter sweetness
and i drink it in
for it is soothing medicine
to my fragmented soul
Now you are inside me.
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