the truth is out there

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@lilywlf
the truth is out there
it’s my time, and mine alone
she, she, she, she gets to me
you are my teen idol, guardian angel, demi god
I feel like a ragdoll
foggy notion
I am playing catch up with myself
It’s four in the morning
we’re laughing and giggling
playing with knives
you cut me too deep
i go quiet
crying on my shoulder
about how you’re sorry
you don’t want to lose me
I possess an ethereal quality
that is taken for granted
shameful, contrite, apprehensive
doe eyes and a slack jaw wont do much for me
words of detachment
make my body flash
red hot
you’re a reptile
and I am burning from the light of the sun
exiting my spiral of paralysis
jaded by pleading words
with infantile revelations
I sigh
and say
“It’s alright”
I stroke your glassy hair
pawing petal soft skin
i can only muster three tears
i told you I cried an ocean yesterday
your guilt fades in impermanence
I still have to live in my skin
i am a cursed object
stalked by an unknown voyeur
I could say so much about you
but I don’t
I never will
I know where you’re bleeding from
I have no need to search
tomorrow I’ll wear my lowest jean
I wear my wounds like a prize
can you say the same?
I have the high ground in this knife fight
you go low, and I can always go lower
at least I show restraint
I stumbled upon her in a hall of dead things
the green leather binding matched my sweater
it was meant to be
the first verse speaks of the moon
in a way that feels like home
a way that looks like me
vast, unlimited, metaphysical analogues
transferred on sweet rotting arbor
spoken, in a whisper, by a former twin personality
on page three hundred
and thirty three
i see myself, vulgar, indecent
as a witch
waiting in the wings
matted hair, insolvency, all common practice for a wild juvenile
I do not question the ethics of kidnapping
she has much to show me
and great artists steal
improvement is inevitable
I want to encounter the animus
I want to feel like a real girl
pass it along
I am so excited to shed this skin
teehee