You/Me
and i know
that when nighttime comes
there will be
another day
but i am afraid
that when daylight comes
there won’t be
another you.
i shoot down the birds that try to fly
high in my mind’s eye
riding on air waves
perpetually gliding
until the day my
cold
steel
bullet pierces through their hearts
and leaves them bleed on the ground.
left to myself
i would write words
upon my arm
but this
is
no
vacuum
so i hide under dead grandma’s
blanket
and pray to the gods
i hate
and refuse to believe in
that this picture
of a red line
vanishes like steam
in the night air.
and it’s you
who like stained glass
lets light through
skewed, yet beautiful
streams of sum
dust motes dyes and dancing.
i see nothing but blackness
as i drown i this pool
of uncried tears
that seem to choke me
even as i lie
wide awake
entangled in covers
i can only imagine doing the same.
but i go on
like the tide refuses to keep receding
like bears refuse to hide
in their caves forever
like you refuse to give in
no matter how hard they try to make you
i go on.
but i am afraid
that in the morning
when i wake up
you will not be there
or, like a shell
your body will remain
but your feelings for me will
finally finish their crawling out
leaving me an empty beach
with only footprints
to mark your passing.
and i know
that when nighttime comes
there will be
another day
but i am afraid
that when daylight comes
there won’t be
another you.
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