whiskher


the kiss of bonded lips
if only i had the nerve to give you
that which you most desire
a lover
heaven-sent and perfect

the countenance of dreams
and the silhouette beyond which all is concealed
from the naked eye	
waiting to be shone upon in newborn daylight

fingers of heat
slicing through the chill in you
lying still and vacant	
in the wake of brokenhearted duress
lying dead and silent
in the fervor of its blackness

if only i had the nerve to give you
that which you deserve	
if only i had the swathe
to stop your bleeding at heart
but it has adorned itself upon another of your
(unsurpassed) beauty
as if anyone could fault you for my flaws
it has chained my foolish whims
my amber eyes
and my dreadful wanting
to the hope within her shadowmasking words
a glimpse into a broken mirror world

i am here
i lie repentant and longing
asking for questions
and pining for their answers

with but a swift cut through these heavy airs
i could whisk her away

if it weren’t for you i’d stay
if it weren’t for you i’d change
in cradled agony i sleep
however far away this pain cuts deep

the elsewhere bliss i used to spit upon
comes to me in nightmares where i’m bled dry and deserted
embodied in the ghost of you
the mirage in the distance
blown out like candle-wishes
i just wished i were a god to you instead of just blackness
blankness
the nothingness of me
when i run to you she’s underneath
my feet
always ready to devour my urgent footsteps
like the quicksand of my dreams

i am here
i lie incessant and imperfect
and beginning to see
the winding road behind me
through a broken rear-view mirror
i see only the dead-ends and wrong turns
which led me to this rift

so fearful of my eye
so wary of my heart
so doubtful of the sympathies
my teardrops tear apart

they flood my soul
they drown the whole of me
in our final years together
were we so in love with the past?
now our sentimental plight forever

if only i had the world to make you turn
and see that i am here




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