Sangeline

I want to remember How a heart feels-- How it cries when rains falls on Fire, when sweet whispers are Snuffed by the wind of my Inconsideration. I want to remember its warm pulse As it matched mine, as it sought To unwind the rusted chains That I had long let bite my Sorrows away. I want to remember the taste Of being loved, of being Wanted, because just three Foolish words could pump me with The fuel to be even more Foolish. Because "want" and "love"-- Those were just items. Those were pockets of spare change And the loss at the bottom of a Bottle. So I want to remember The warmth of a heart as it Cared for me, but

Shut up. Sometimes I wish you'd just Shut the fuck up. Just let me take your words, Your screams, your cries, your Desolate arguments as this war With yourself rages on. I wish you'd just let me Hold your hand Instead of a cold blade Just let me kiss the cracks on Your soul, and embrace the Texture, because from those cracks Spill the brightest lights. I wish you'd just realize: You're human. Fucking human. Not Perfect. Not a porcelain doll, Or a model or an idol. You're not Something that can't exist. You are real. So please. Please shut up. Just give me your words, Just reach out, Just let me take your hand Throug

Somewhere, a boy rolls dice between his hands Two bottles of hope, one named "ignorance" And the other called "need". He found love In the rippling reflection of those bottles as he let them claw despair From his mind, and replace it with a Kinder sorrow Before he could Drown in the silence. Elsewhere, a girl paints her face with the mud Her peers whip her with, stones cracking Soft skin, bullet - holes in her shadow Stiching the frayed mask together. She found love In the battlefield that dances across Her wrists, for what bullets could not fix She amputated Before she could Drown in the screams. Everywhere is a sea

People say 'I love you' like How they say 'hello' and 'Goodbye', Like how they scrawl names on Homework, and toss away yesterday's Rotting leftovers Before the crows could Find out why. I saw it in her eyes, Careless rambles from her Lips, words made of old ink and Faded paper. Words which couldn't Fill the face of a dime, even if She wanted them to. He felt it in her touch, Warm at the surface yet Chilled to the bone, Each expression getting crumpled and Cut every time it escaped her. Because 'I love you' has turned invisible, Smoke choked by the hurricane of Repetition, passing on a street After a killer has had en

 Burn. Want. To want to feel the fire lick your skin, the First layers crumbling in black-lacquered-burns. Stink of flesh cooking in red, embers Glowing like how the bright bones flash and Won't let go. Punch. Search. To search for the sensations that echo in Your reticense. The source but a whispering Memory, skin splitting to solivagant Smiles when the knuckles of a punch crunch Against walls. Cry. See. To see the the blotches that scream in Your skull. Craters in flesh. Tendons Stringing the harp of your mind as it sees Nightmares, the cry you can't hear using Copper ink to write reality. Believe. Feel. To feel th