I am the flower in the mirror,
the moon on the surface of water
I am the shadow behind you,
the Mona Lisa
I am a mirage,
the beautiful dreams that are unattainable
I am the sun setting or rising,
the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
I am the beauty that you can only see,
but can’t touch
I am the beauty that you can only feel,
but can’t touch
It’s not your decision whether someone falls in love with you or not.
And I agree for the most part.
But I struggle with it.
I struggle with all of it.
I sit in silence absorbing every word while you chat amongst yourselves.
I want to defend but I can’t argue what I can’t articulate.
It’s like white noise inside my head.
Instead I laugh. I shrug it off. It is what it is.
I’m not deflecting. I’m not being defensive.
Or at least I don’t mean to.
I’m an open book.
Or at least I thought I was.
Do you feel like you’re letting a barrier down if you openly talk about things?
Do you find it difficult to trust people?
Were you mistreated in an old relationship?
Why don’t you feel?
If I knew the answers I wouldn’t be the disaster that I am.
But trust me when I say that I’m doing you a favour.
You don’t want the toxicity.
You don’t need the burden.
Just ask those who tore down that wall.
I’m the parasite.
The gnat.
The switchblade.
There are never any positive adjectives.
Just a bitter after taste.
An off flavour.
A bad habit.
A beautiful mess
But a mess no less.
she shone bright in the darkness, the subtle glare of red reflecting off the one streetlight beam peeking through the curtain. her darting eyes scanning the room and smiling in recognition.
i knelt beside the door as she approached me, dug my intestines out through my naval and stretched my heart down into my crotch. it felt fluttery and warm down there. i curled around the sensation and felt the solace radiate through my body.
her lips were full and gentle, her hands captivating and soft as she held my face side by side prompting me to my feet. i held her face and pressed my nose against hers as the cold fumbled around our bodies.
i knew she didn’t feel what i felt but i was happy that she let me kiss her and hold her like that for a minute.
she didn’t encourage my feelings but she was kind enough to let me indulge in them.
