there is silence in me, absolute and inconvenient at best. you and I saw the same edges in the corners of life, the same distinguished beams of colours only souls who’ve been let down have had the unthinkable become seen.
we tell our stories differently you and I, this is by no mistake as somehow I have grown this ether monster that feels like love, I want to wrap you up in my arms without selfishness, I don’t want to try and kiss you, I don’t want to pull away, just me in your arms.
you could ask why I let such violence live within me, and like the crisp of the apple snapping at the bite there is still sweetness there, and I’m that deterioted bright soul who reads love letters and uses them to paper cut my inner thighs so I remember where your fingertips would touch me, no deficiency, no shaking hands like my own of fear in built in me that I cannot seem to consume and then dispose of, hold my head in your hands and ill cry all the unwanted truths that I don’t want to face, feed that monster inside me that wants to rip its teeth into the flesh of something more tangible than the decomposing heavens I’m spinning in, dealing, defeated, caught inside somewhere that feels like a disaster, and something that could mean everything. my bones could rip into each other the amount of ache I allow them to endure and force them to thrive in the unfathomable.
my cave grows weary of the burdens, in the early morning mist the distortedness almost looks like home. I see myself happy, in dreams of you, tangible tears burdened by time, call me back with your wild wet mouth, only your words have the power to soften my demons. can you hear me moan for you… morse code- whispers of your touch upon me across the expanse, perhaps, the trees are wise in their stillness. words slip through my fingertips tonight, I want to believe we exist, that I exist in this mundanity and through this haze… I exist.
the one that lets me roam and use my wings… ..
Within You, Within Me 