blindnessA Poem by astraladvocateyou are the nonsensical part of me trying to shut you down, I only give you what you need for my destruction it only makes it burn brighter you can be my friend, weaving lamentations talking nonsense in the evening going insane with reality as we retreat in our fortress behind the veil, writhing each in our separate prison, bridged by the illusion of mutual understanding and you can be my enemy, crazy with nerves as i try to deconstruct you, cause and effect decision and consequence while you only retreat further in maddening silence hating you is the first game i ever played but most of all, i wish you were under my fingertips, where i can shield you and take you apart with the same slide of dry thumb on the mapping of your veins i want to be a ghost to the places you have been, holding your hand with transparent precision i want to be the comfort you cannot give me and the thoughts you write down so no one can see, teach you the things i don’t know and bring you down to your simplest form until you are humble enough to rise i want to give you strength by surrendering, roaming the erratic patterns of your dance and following your footsteps to desecrate convention, drunk with all the things you give without intention my hands would wander through your hair and fail to find any semblance of normality, and all the things i want to do to you would collapse into a string of hopeless probability blinded, i would fall to the anchor you throw i have never wanted anything so much before, a passenger to the chain of your charm ecstatic witness to the echoes of your mind whose best hope of expressing it is stopping the moment and looking at you like you were new, pointless attempt at playing the game you are winning already wearing your crown of aimless resentment as we spin down and further down, separate the times i have surrendered have wasted away, dissipated into the volatile air of your mind, words that you cannot remember told with the desperate fever of the terminally ill deaf to yourself, you cut out any reflection from outside blind to myself, i keep trying barren attempts to weave myself into the pattern of your delirium learn the steps of your unearthly choreography if i turn twenty-one still being a disaster i would rather be a disaster with you © 2015 astraladvocate |
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