Eventually.

My feelings stay unnoticed, for they are out-shined, by your wit.

This wanting of a fire is defiling my lungs.

Choking back broken pieces of my soul,

Staining the core of my bones.

Manipulating every motion,

Forcing poison as a comfort.

These emotionless details are just to deceive. 

The exact ones that scream, I'M FINE, if you ask me.

These sticks taunt my lips of things that will never be,

While polluted eyes blink heavily, 

To ignore those brightly burning balls you've catapulted into my sky.

                        You've set fire to my night.

I recoil from the warmth,

With the realization that my stars are only dimly lit.

            Recognition in my fingers bum a flame within my fist.

                          I sit back to watch my atmosphere blown to bits.

A recycled move,

       Owning all intentions of a fix. 

I inhale chaos,

        As the smoke wraps my skin.

This ache is just a wanting of reinsurance.

An unsettling need for just a flicker of acknowledgment.

                                My canvas did exist.

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. ;)

Reviews

[Dane Osborne]

I inhale chaos

I really actually enjoyed this. Is this a poetic rant towards an a*****e ex? or is it a anguished moan towards the injustice of the priveledge of breath? Even if it is just about an a*****e ex, it is extremly real and originally done. It had a really cool beat generation-ish feel to it which i like and you handled it in a fresh and relevant way. I have no complaints. 100/100 BTW this is going into my favorites and i'll probaly read again a few times over later :)

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a powerful stream of concious thought..your pleading words eloquently put make this flow impeccably