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@trippyimzie
You pleaded with your eyes, not a syllable or sound leaving your mouth.. my love dark and sickly sweet like mānuka honey.. it slowly suffocating you as you slip deeper into its sticky mess, like quick sand you sink the more like in denial you struggle against it. I’ll never let you go I whisper but really it’s the idea of being loved unconditionally that keeps my gaze on you.
People can be as demented and twisted as your fears that sneakily take hold of you at night, invading your pleasant dreams, coloring them a sickening black, the darkness almost comforting yet disturbingly eerie...
For just like nightmares that unravel your mental and leave you heaving in a cold sweat, people can position you in a similar state of mind...
Choosing isn’t just for the wise because what can remain is still the wicked in their eyes.
The leaves are left rustling as the sweet melody of our once intertwined hearts sing across the night sky. The sun is waving its last farewell as the strokes paint the sky a violet-blue. We’re seated in a park, my body perfectly positioned between your legs, our love blanketing us from the outside world. As I lean back into you and look up at your earthly eyes I want to cry I feel so much love for you, for all I can feel is forever.. so much forever that it hurts. I’m drinking in every moment with you here, it’s so sublime I feel I should pinch myself to wake. If ever asked for a picturesque day, I would ask for you and for our love.
I need to catch my breath, just hold up a minute.. my heart pounding, is this deja vu? for when I look at you it’s as if my heart beats faster and I can’t tell the difference between here and there- do I feel sick to my stomach from the hefty travel to visit you in another dimension or is it because I am within that orbit.... Is it weird that the sensation I feel is that, whenever I get lost within your earthly eyes.. Like a looper, jumping through time but I stay and my heart flees... returning yes, fluttering with anticipation for the years ahead that include You and I.. is it weird that to me I’ve named you future.. as future is what I see in you ..
-A crush or a soulmate?
I prided myself on being strong, for being anything but that made me weak right? But that was before you. Some romanticize the idea of falling within that of which we call love, it is meant to make you soft - you have no control of just how much it can break down the well placed boundaries you set around that sensitive heart of yours. Is it a mistake that we can welcome in the same fallen angel who once was the light of some sort, the warmth that accompanied you like that of a consort. Once was but no longer is. Because just like that fallen angel, your love becomes tainted and just as Amy said, it was always but a losing game.
You told me I’d be complete once I had someone. You told me my value was greater with the appeal from another. You sold me a Dreamscape of how my happiness were to be painted, as if had I chosen the right color for a lover this masterpiece would be complete.
You lied and it was all to my demise. I am not complete thanks to another. The pain has not been alleviated with the distraction from this miscommunication- a buttered up misconception.
You set me up without the ability to know better, and as I get more lost in the dissatisfaction of the inability to be healed by some significant other- I wish you had respected me enough to have spoken about this like a nurturing mother.
I lay down my head, lucid dreaming sweeps over my entirety of being and I start to make my conscious concoction of a world that beams perfection. For once in this state of everlasting make-belief I’m able to wield a version of you and I. The you and I that is able to intertwine our souls without the interruption of our egos. For to feel as freely as the first day we met is as picturesque as pink skies. But as I find myself on the cusp of a wistful collection of past moments, I catch myself again- for now it is only bitter sweet, and we both lone-roam the streets, as if there never was a first day we did meet.
I’ve never felt so alone amongst company, I exchange glances with these familiar faces and exhale my disappointment as I come to terms with their lack of knowing. As I sit and perform in such a way that my wailing pain is masked through a tight smile and polite mannerisms. I weep, inside I weep... I’ve never felt so alone. For those that surround me are to be something close to me and I, held dear by them but I’ve never felt so alienated by my own. I whimper silently hoping someone will catch on to my desperation but I am alone. They are alone and We are alone.
The dread I feel as I’m frightened awake by the monotonous tune of my alarm - like a siren, indicating my forceful entry into reality and within the chains of which society embraces me by means of its subjugation I arise .. Grey and gloom the routine I find myself in becomes.. for there is nothing as soul depriving as a seeker being confined in a dull box with no key..
Have you ever caught yourself lost within wondering … you’re sitting in a crowded place, people flowing in and around you like that of the waves at sea immersing the ever present rocks briefly before disappearing into a calm level of water.. you’re not alone yet you feel as if you are falling deeper into your wondering mind regardless of those around you.. have you ever caught yourself lost within wondering?
You can’t ward lonely off.. the feeling of being alone is like the sensation of the lights being turned off unexpectedly and you’re fumbling in the dark... you’re not too sure what to do to gain sight... you can’t ward lonely off. Lonely is like that sickening feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you’ve surpassed any acceptable phase of hunger. You can’t ward lonely off. Lonely is like finding yourself enduring sleep paralysis, waking up feels almost impossible, your heart beating at the pace of terrified...You can’t ward lonely off. But don’t fear lonely...same as one wouldn’t fear feeling loved.. as like ying and yang - you can’t know or be one without the other.
Reality sustains an image of being an obscure concept... For reality surely is based on individualist ideas surrounding its existence.. however reality is a venue which all should reside? How can reality truly be a universal concept if the concept itself is the latter... We only find ourselves trapped in what seems like an alternate world by means of the enforced consensus depicting the concept of reality .. Are you in “a” reality or “your” reality ...
Rush, like the sands against time, like the bear before hibernation, like one’s heart for the next breaking... Rush.. But what if you didn’t make it something to Rush? What if you allowed yourself to breathe..recoup...forage for the wisdom to feed your being? Don’t compare as he’s probably in despair as he runs towards the Rush.. Trying to fill a void with multiples and empty relations for the escape of his own unavoidable unhappiness.. But enough with all the Rush, you use this time to get in touch.....
I have dreams where I am trapped in one state of being. It feels like a dream but also has the odd aftertaste of maybe not being one, rather it being an open window to another version of my reality.. it seems scary at first to consider because more things unknown to us beings is something that instills fear in us.. but then the fear slowly dissipates like an effervescent tablet in a glass of cold water, as I fall deeper into the dream state.. without this fear it now feels so familiar, like a place I’ve been but this person who’s been there not being me.. I am visiting; visiting another reality of me but that person is not me.. these ideas twirl around my head like windmills accompanied by the wind; could it be a past life.. or am I simply dreaming
Enraged with the willingness to weep uncontrollably in order to drown out every poisoned flower growing from the decayed remains of every flesh love letter I never sent
I laugh sometimes, even when I’m saddened by no longer speaking about us- You and I, I and You- there was no Me, Mine or I but Us and Ours… it came so easy, like how you forget you’re breathing but then look down at your chest and the movement of it reminds you.. as it comes naturally, We were natural, Us was organic - I laugh sometimes because there was never really an Us, there was only a You.. I know that now but it doesn’t make me sad.. And so I laugh sometimes
