And I Will Hold A Place For You.
Late night hookah, getting lost in the world reminds me of you. Someday I’ll find that love under these stars within black sand will destroy me until I’m crumbling, my mouth spilling out black beads of shattered glass and sticky substances that make me feel better only until I cringe. Leave it alone. Expect the safeness from thoughts of everyone else who lies to you only to rip you apart. It doesn’t hurt to raise your voice. Don’t let me fall, if you push me under the ocean because I can’t feel anything, anything at all, it’s nature - but it’s not going to be anytime soon. I’ll turn my head south until I turn my version of perspective into drowning underwater until my lungs don’t cooperate anymore. Don’t let me rattle up your dreams because I’ll choke you until your veins are purple,. This is my life, these are my own intentions. I hold my breath until the numbness caresses my finger tips like frost under the snow within the feeling of holding myself under whiteness for hours without cover just so I remember I’m human. I’ll run around in circles here until I reciprocate to someone the lies that I tell myself make me more human, things that are right, things that I’ve lost. I’m pouring myself down the drain of the bathtub again and the water is turning from red to clear until it’s recycled into someone new. You are the putty that I’ve molded into, sometimes I don’t recognize the color of the clay.