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+reakirante
+2016-07-01/05
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+***
+
+one
+
+I'm a little bit lost without you
+eyes replaced by flowers
+growing and spreading all over my face
+these roses blush harder than I do
+
+If love were a place
+all I'd be able to do is leave
+it's a fleeting feeling
+this beating in my chest
+
+sea foam runs in my veins
+I speak the language of waves
+and my feet drift along the beach shore
+guided by ghosts whispering in the ocean spray
+
+maybe I am a machine
+and I'm malfunctioning from the moisture
+got some "genderfluid" in my heart
+and some "androgyne" in my gears
+
+
+two
+
+I'd rather be hurt by the truth
+than laid softly into a bed of lies
+falsities brushing against my forehead like falsities
+whispering trivialities that later crumple
+
+the dandelions hanging above my bed
+are not taking preservation well
+they just wilt and whimper to be set free
+from swaying softly in the breeze
+flowing through the open window
+
+sprites singing in my sleep
+lead me to believe that I am invincible
+doing stupid things like cooking bacon with a charger
+and accidentally electrocuting a cousin
+
+a chrysalis cut open
+is like a rotting caterpillar
+transformation is rooted in decay
+and rebuilding on ashes
+
+but let's not get too poetic here
+
+
+three
+
+dang it
+I've got glitter in my eyes
+it makes it tremendously hard to see
+more distracting than rose-colored glasses
+
+in a room full of art
+I'd still stare at you
+or I would, if my eyes weren't red and burning
+you think you're soap, clean and beloved
+but you're irritating to my sight
+
+now I've got a migraine
+fish dishwashers are insane
+pulsing behind my eyes
+and making my brain throb
+like there's a bomb in my brain about to explode
+
+if ghosts are real
+they're having a real hoot at us now
+come look at the blind stumbler
+and his blue boy lover
+
+
+four
+
+when I'm right, nobody remembers
+filed away in the cabinet of life
+forgotten in a pile of happy moments
+that should have been sorted and put up for display
+
+when I'm wrong, nobody forgets
+least of all me
+we've all got to remember the cringeworthy girl from seventh grade
+look, she still haunts the halls now
+
+entropy
+it will be the downfall of the universe
+but you'll be the downfall of me
+watching as I tumble down the mountain of fame
+
+so when I go down
+please don't whip out your phone and record me
+I understand that it'll make a quick buck in ad revenue
+but my insanity shouldn't be framed by a bleach commercial
+
+
+five
+
+the house has been feeling so cold recently
+I don't know if it's because of your touch
+your hand rests on the table beside mine
+freezing the already chilled surface
+
+maybe it's the summer storms
+the thunder always rolls in at evening
+maybe a god is angry that we won't stay apart
+maybe he's angry at your existence
+
+sometimes I wonder how you ended up in my household
+sprawled across my doorstep with blood in your eyes
+and a paper crumpled and half stained in your bruised fist
+a clear sign that you had to fight to live
+
+where did you come from, demon?
+who decided that your services were displeasing?
+I have a bone to pick with your boss
+if you can ignite my stone cold heart
+you can warm any limp green bean of a human
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander