Wrap me up in polythene plastic. Saran wrap around my lungs, and I do this to myself too often.
Build cages of fractured bones and punctured skin, music to my ears the flattening of thoughts that burn up in my head. I could let my youth take the blame, the hollow timeframe of adolescence carrying the weight of every reckless choice I had made. From fifteen to eighteen, regret built a home inside my skull, a parasite I could not rid my body off. I’m still trying, trying to fight it.
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Prone to self-depreciation, the contours of your body glowing in fear, radiant sparks of colorless misery. Fingertips frozen blue, pins and needles pricking skin like never before.
And I wonder why your hands tremble the way they do. I know that we are burning out, slowly. You fail to control your thoughts as they dance against the fickle walls of chambers in your mind. Try to bring out amusement from all the self-loathing, try to bring out freedom in your footsteps pretend that you are not suffocating inside a bubble of clear glass agony. You wake up to be tortured mentally, before going to bed in sheer disbelief of having survived another day under the torment of the summer sun, skin blistering, gleaming ball of fire. You never liked the sun very much. -H
Hung on to the sleeves of your sweaters like they were asphalt concrete, dark and glittery leading me to the other side.
Your gaze pouring lightning into my lungs, lightning in my eyes and I could feel my veins shifting beneath my skin.
You speak in colors, your breath laced with refined sliver, rich caramel gold poetic, static to my ears.
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I am frantically brushing my teeth at 3 in the morning trying to get the taste of your tongue out of my mouth, but I can only go so far before my gums begin to bleed and my teeth start to ache the way my spine often does under the heavy, heavy weight of your hands. You liked to place them on my back. My mother is sitting in the stairway, staring at the dim white light escaping from under the bathroom door, she’s going to ask me. Why?
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You make the sky blush
Irises erupting In shades of burning brown
Misery, in multitudes
Dripping from the cracks in your soul.
Unsettling truths that seem to shine through
Curtains of all your stories
Stitched in silk.
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I like messy notebooks blooming with paragraphs mismatched. Words etched on skin, raw, thought provoking metaphors breaking barriers with illuminating descriptions of the things we fail to disguise. Truth, highlighted by the ugliness of life. I like to write with the sole purpose of messing with your mind. I’ll take you down labyrinths constructed with walls that bleed my thoughts and watch the fear rise in your heart. Then laugh it off.
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Pocketed nightmares come to life in your presence, secrets spill like glasses of wine on mundane Sunday nights. Chestnut colored hair, cigarette sparks and shitty conversation starters. And I find myself at the edge of the world way too often, skyrocketing fears that dance in my head pulling at the feeble strings of my consciousness. The irony of the way I used to perceive the ordinary, sadly enough ignorance found a way out of my blood before I hit sixteen. I’d hate to admit it, but I was not grateful.
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