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I am self. I am self-conscious. Shaky legs. Racing heart. Burning face. Clammy hands. I am self-confident. Strong legs. Steady heart. Pleasant face. Soft hands. I am self. Conscious, racing heart, shaky legs, clammy hands. I am self. Confident, calm heart, steady legs, graceful hands. I am two. Contorted, confused, shy. Content, comfortable, upfront. I am. Reaching, broken, unraveling. Collected, strong, held together. I am two. A complete mess. Dearest beast. Scream like a whisper. Heart flutters like the wings of a bird. You're crushed like paper into a ball in a beast’s hands. Don’t say a word with lips sewn shut. Tongues roll like thunder, dropping words like rain. One wish turned into a thousand dreams. Dearest Beast; Say you l o v e me. You took a running start for the stars, And fell upon the clouds. Hands are frozen to the ground, You can’t leave now. I awoke. I awoke; your breathing was like that of a peaceful fairy. Your hair lay across your smooth forehead. No sign of worry. I wanted to cry, not from sadness, but of the greatest joy. You were mine. Just me & you. You & me. Us. Two in one. I reached out with my left hand, caressing your perfectly imperfect face. I love you wasn’t even fit for this. We were something more. Something more than love? Yes. W a y B e y o n d T h a t. But what you ask? Who knows. Not many get past the petty “I love you.” I could hear your heart fluttering it’s own tune. My tune. Your tune. Our tune. Us. We’re twisted, we’re weird, we’re unreal, we’re unseen, we’re – those odd people that no one looks at twice. I’m me. I’m you. You’re me. You’re you. We’re Us. Sick.Troubled.Insane.Different.Manic.Twisted.Double.Odd.Strange.Weird. P e r f e c t ? Not hardly. Your eyes came open. Us? No. No. No. No. When I heard the water splash onto the tile, I noticed my hand pressed to a broken mirror. As always… No us. Just me. Broken record. I sit, And wait. Oh how I know its coming. Your voice is loud like breaking glass. I'd love to run, And I've tried. I listen to this broken record, I half way smile, as I repeat the words in my head. I've hear them so many times before. I'd love to tell you what I think. But I can't. You never listen. And you ask why, I can't talk to you? I can't hear myself think. I try so hard, but I'm about to give up. You pick everything I do apart. You say what did I do wrong? When you stand and scream, Everything. You know what you've done, Its on your tounge. I see your damage, and I feel it too. I heard your painting; your perfect picture? But I don't see a damn thing. I ran as the bridge of hope, fell out from beneathe my feet. I don't want to look back;I hear the broken record restarting. |
