sythiel
Like roles cast in blindness, colours blank and meaningless to all eyes who yet can see, we flail around on the stage, so many fish out of water. I miss you and I thought that in this, we were cast together. I was ever so wrong.
defect, climbing passionately from wombs to grace the ears and hearts and lips of lovers with scattered brains on concrete (because I make about that much sense) and told "if you could just be normal you'd be less than passing strange"
but I was never anything but what I am, from birth, from life, from the start
and I planned this, so did you
give me your lips again, I crave the scent of skin and coffee laced with cigarettes
struck with matches to burst new found flame
the taste of your lips burns like gasoline
we are destruction and violence wrapped
in something softer and more delicate
than I thought one could find in this place
brutal elegance
prickly pears and giant bears and laces that go around and under and through (nevermind that I can't remember how to tie my own shoes much less teach you how to tie yours) and your favorite things are fruits, mangos, apricots
I love how even though you're a boy, your favorite colours are pink and purpl
cloudy gray skies linger against the backdrop of my heart
days when all I can think of is the skin irritation you cause
rubbing the wrong way like wool
and despite all that, it is still my favorite colour
nothing you can do can take the brightness from me
rape my memory
erase my heart
a burst like fireworks
brightness forever dimmed by distance to your eyes
but to mine, outshining the sun in all it's glory
echoes of something long lost and forgotten stir within me
shivering and trailing up my spine
strengthening it with a steel I thought was forgotten
take heed and note, take flight, take wing
be ever so bold and brash and dare to sing
take charge of yourself, of your love, of your life
take charge and charge on, never bowing to strife
press to skin, break through and pen into me
endless colours like a fierce rainbow outpouring from my heart
less to be said than shown, less to be shown than felt
in the end, you are lost in the haystack
in the end, you are never alone
piece of trash, disgusting, revolting, malicious and hateful
your eyes are the texture of evil and sin
I can't fucking think for the babbling, the incessent noise, the constant babble
WHY WON'T YOU ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP!?
revolt
coward - my teeth scraping against skin and the shivers such actions elicit
your yellow-bellied mewling in the depth of the night, grinding your teeth down to the bone, down to jawline and blood and pieces of skull
you are cowardice embodied, made flesh and bone, made blood and torn ligaments
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