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I'm spiraling out of control

With no where to go

My mind is losing it's grip

Reality is begining to slip

There's no where left to turn

My desire starts to burn  

I can't seem to find my feet

My heart is ceasing to beat  

Sanity is but a shallow dream

Spinning too fast, I begin to scream  

I'm losing my balance, starting to fall

The world's gone black, you can't hear my call  

It's dizzying how fast I'm going

There's an odd feeling of knowing  

The end is near, it's closing in

My patience is wearing thin  

Goodbye to my sanity

It's spiraling out from beneath me  

I'm no longer who I was before

There's no one here anymore!

"Sorry to hear about your loss"'s

Are wooden and rigid

Templates learnt and regurgitated

Out of the mouths of puppets.

There are the hard-eyed portraits

On the wall with nothing

To say. There are caricatures

Who never cease to stop.

"Are you okay?" trickles out

Of the mouths of the mindless.

Questions back me into corners and

I have no choice but to nod my head.

The false testimony that is "yes"

Is as wooden and rigid as the rest.

There are too many timber slabs

Around me - I want to burn them all.

Let me set fire to your words

Before you bother to let them out.

I am sincerely sorry that I have

A loss for you to be so sorry about.

May the match put an end

To your stilted statements and constant

Questions. Unless in that corner,

I can find my grandmother again.

I felt no loss 

I didn't end it

I wanted time

I was suspect

I became lost

I moved away

I feel lost

Inside I am empty

I was pushed away

I regret nothing and everything

I am still waiting

I thought you were

I saw you moved on

I can't which hurts

It’s in the tremble of your voice as

You lean on me and the sweet

Tears trickle down from your eyes

It’s in the way you try to stifle

Your cries as if I can’t feel them

Coming in waves throughout your body

It’s in that final moment when we’re

Done and you’re “so sorry” but

This is uttered with meaning this time

It’s in the core of me - that feeling of

Knowing this is a sign and within

Moments we’re both ending and beginning

It’s in the way we hold onto each other and

Our worlds are both spinning because

This will be the “last” but we’ve said it all before

It’s in the time that we’ve taken to get here, for

This moment of rapport and soul spilling

It’s the first time we’re really seeing each other

It’s seeing through the walls we both insist on

Building to keep another out as we’re

So very afraid of really letting people in

It’s the knowing that you’ve shown me you and

I’ve let you see more than just my skin

You’ve felt my body and melted with my mind

I’ve lost where you end and where I begin.

What would I tell you?

If but all the things left unsaid

My heart overflows

But you can’t hear them

When did love become a field

That when plowed with such tender words

Becomes a battlefield

that runs red with the open wounds of untold thousands?

With the love in my heart my soul wishes for you

A brighter day than the last

Where we greet each day with a thought of each other

And end each in turn in an embrace.

Where a road not traveled

led to a grove of refreshing trees

and we stood unafraid in the clearing

confessing our love for each other

The sweet nothings, the sound of your breath in my ear

a melody of daily perfection

where we meet our fullness

in the bread that is the other’s mere presence?

Reality is our bread,

Pain it’s main course

Damned by our own limitations and longings

Of it we’ve had our fill

A tender expression,

a longing look,

a lingering touch

reminders of a love that cannot be

Forever is our course

Eternity is our damnation

That our paths had crossed earlier

So that our longing could be satisfied

So what’s leftover?

True love never dies.

It’s sad undeath remains

unsaid

I am free

i.

you were petals i once
submerged — a fistful i let
go of under a foggy sea
when i was succumbing
to myself

you were the surface tension
screaming my name;
a diaphragm’s lullaby —
old thunder in the rain…

i’ve been fond of storms
ever since

ii.

no one told me
how slow clouds would be —
i would have held my
breath a bit longer…

charted constellations
a bit better before
i spoke of love in light-years

and there you were
on a shoreline,
carrying salt in your palms

iii

how many times
will I walk here, —
a wreckage of bramble
in my side?

“the sea is much too old,”
i heard someone say…

and the wind was salt
on my brain

it left a hole;
a stain,
and i felt a burning
behind my soggy
ribcage

can stars erode
in the tide?

iv.

night adorns it’s veil —
scallops tug at the lace

and i toss inky petals
to the sea

nocturne’s dreamboat
a dead man’s float; —
how i’ve internalized
my hatred for romance

“the sea is much too old,”
i heard someone say…

and i realized my
lungs could speak
for days about sunken
ships returning home

v.

i ignore a
distant moon — inertia
rocking my cradle

but she stays there
all the same…

here’s stardust
on her breath — whiskey
on mine

“you’ve grown much too old,”
i heard her say…

so i closed my eyes,
and felt sand between
my toes for the first time

it will be eons before
i swim here again

It no longer has a true form;

the original was absorbed by the hatred

that became the imprisoned soul,

The child locked in the depths of sorrow

and chained to the walls of darkness.

There's a girl

sitting on the edge

of the world,

touching the blue

with her fingertips,

making the sky fall.

She's no longer

a singer,

a hoper,

a lover.

She is tragically

blue,

slipping away,

turning her back

on a world she once

wanted to see.

She is tragically

blue,

keeping her hands hidden

in her pockets,

closing her eyes,

blind to a boy she once

wanted to keep.