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[ouroborosoflove]

I wish I were a painting

Stuck in time

Stuck in paint

In colours fixed

Frozen in place

On one plane

Fragile, carefully preserved

Yet art

Yet beautiful

Yet alive

[ouroborosoflove]

Spectacular

Wearing my glasses upside-down

Doesn't change what I see through them.

The bright is just as bright,

The dark just as dark.

Until I see myself in the mirror.

Until I learn to laugh at myself.

And then something strange happens -

The world looks entirely different.

~PM

[ouroborosoflove]

Ephialtes

The ghosts in my mind

Play a silent lullaby

Prancing in mad glee

To riotous memories

Pulling at the edges

Of nightmares entombed

Six feet under

The sentries surrender

Tired of fighting

Tired of staying

Holding the fort

With swords made of hope

Ghosts in my head

Won't let go of me

So do I

Let them in

To set me free?

~PM

[ouroborosoflove]

Delirium

I want to

Hunt your mind.

Leave it bare, leave

Nothing to hide.

Shall I reap,

Shall I tear out,

The things that you keep

Inside?

'Cause I want to

Feel how you feel inside.

Connect the dots

On the inside of your eyes.

Raw and real,

Reveal, your fears

And I'll keep looking

Till I find.

Feel your mind,

Spinning around

In my hands

Inside and out.

Can you see

The rhythm that I dance to?

As I steal

Your sanity and mine.

~PM

[ouroborosoflove]

Unfinished

She lies in bed,

Warm sweater and cold feet.

Pouring words onto a sheet,

That never came before.

Is this why people say,

Broken hearts make you live

Like there’s nothing to forgive?

Nothing to regret anymore.

So why do these words

Talk about him and not her?

This never-ending search for closure,

In her soul, a silent roar.

Sunrise, the words stop,

As Morpheus’ arms beckon.

Tears dry, pages flutter in abandon.

Paused, in unsettled score.

~PM

[ouroborosoflove]

Apperception of Affection

[before]

You tell me,

That I smell of jasmines, like,

My skin is pure, untouched, undefiled.

You tell me,

That my hair smells like the strawberries that

You fed me in bed, that unending night.

You tell me,

That my lips taste of apples, the ones

That sit in my kitchen, and quietly conspire.

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[after]

But honey, listen now.

My skin smells of coconuts,

And my hair of chemicals.

Not the ones that make you

Mistake mouthwash for apples.

Though you may sleep in my arms,

The past has yet to let go of you,

Or perhaps you, of the past.

But I, I exist now.

Until then.

~ PM

[ouroborosoflove]

Broken, Alive.

Death, too cold,

With truths untold.

A shiver, of sorrow.

No tomorrow.

Not forgotten.

Beseech, eyes sodden.

Remembrance, at ease.

Forever, in peace.

~PM

[ouroborosoflove]

Filigreed

I look at you

through strands of wet hair,

wondering if

the parts I can't see

are the scars

you can't leave behind.

~PM