skinblade

I agree
you wanted me
to be a
super exasperated movement of me.
But I keep failing and
I want it all to
fall down on top of me.
So it doesn’t fall on top of you. You are
the world to me but I can’t
bring myself to bring you in to existence
just yet.
You’re contagious and following.
You’re sleeping inside of my wallowing.
You’re all sorts of involuntary.
I just want you to bury me.
Sleep.
Sleep inside of me.
Get inside of my state of hate.
Hate like I want to climb. Hate like I want to climb inside of you and sleep.
It’s all so soon and swallowing. Like abated breaths of the cowering. But i
wish you’d stop your apologizing.
Crash, crash in my heart and razor pain. With all
the intent of a ruthless suckling pig.
I don’t know.
I don’t know where
I’ll be;
Where I belong. No, not since I thought of you.
You’re coming soon, aren’t you?
Wait, I’m not ready. But you push like a -
set me free.
Set me towards a purpose.
I can’t walk away. Not from your silence.
I walk away just in time
to see you smile.