I am five from completion,
I am carrying the weight of a boy's last dream,
and unraveling the haze surrounding him.
I am a lover,
far from friend.
Intimacy knows no bounds with me,
I know no bounds.
I was bound in the metaphysical.
Wrapped and locked with the silk of heaven.
I am irretrievable sanity,
I am always to be lost once-in-a-while.
There are 1.000 of me.
People hold onto me like I was meant to be bound,
they bound their hurts and fears in me.
I set them free,
the people and the fears.
I am vulnerability's only option.
It knows it can't run from itself,
it knows it can run from me,
It reveals itself to me,
naked and unsheathed.
I set it free as the true exhibitionist it is.
No weapon can cut when covered,
I teach them what it means to be uncovered.
I am desolate nightmares,
rebirth stars,
diving into pool sized raindrops
feeling the broken and tether of my own flesh,
knowing what it's like to bathed.
I am a flower five seconds from bloom,
hesitating in the jump, afraid of my own beauty.
Afraid of completion of ending.
To start again.
No comments:
Post a Comment