Quality
All alone All along
like porcelain shavings
her skin began to crack
like a feather floating on thin air
she's losing strands of silken hair
the mirror spits back
all the qualities in which we lack
like needles in our eyes
poisoned with vain lies
she savored the quiet moments
devoid of conversation
the sound of still breathing
the footsteps that followed him leaving.
the closer I feel
the further you fade
the more I crave
the less you feed
so I chose not to need
a single thing..
will there ever be a solid bridge built to cross..?
a river below, to toss our fears away...
voices muffled, as she sank deeper
yet no hand reaches.
sunshine streaks through the surface
the only warmth you'll get
engulfed in cold fluids
& a heart weighed down by loves disillusions---
many reminders of what could have been..
all alone
she knew it all along..
Sweet euphoria
so enticed by your own suffering..
it keeps coming back around..
just when you think you're standing up, you get pushed down.
you wonder, but why bother..
I know what that feels like...
to be swallowing dirt, with your face planted into the ground..
your mind is in constant crucifixion..
you can't look at the clouds, & know the sun is behind it..
the hands of time move in circles...
quality is not quantity..
tomorrow is not today.
if this storm hovers over me,
if it fucking pours down on me,
for all eternity..
raindrops will glisten through my eyes..
you'll see I never tried to hide..
because the rain can bring out our true colors,
when given the chance to pass..
I will walk along a street of rainbows,
while the past burns, & falls to ash..
my heart says not to turn, & walk away..
but so badly it yearns to fly, & just escape..
oh, Sweet Euphoria..