Quietly moving
Through tangled illusions,
Crack candy code romance,
I’m tired of this dance.
Let’s stop and breathe everything in for a moment
Pause
Think
Reflect- prospects?

Forward?
Always.

Or maybe it was all wishful thinking.

And I’m falling apart trying to tear myself into fragments,
Re-arranging limbs
into readable text phrases,
Piece by piece, frame by frame,
Skin folded into layers

Skin

draped over
precariously
assembled bone
and plastic organs,
impulsively
retrofitted parts and pieces,
I’m constantly on the verge of
Falling apart
And falling...

For
I
Am the girl with the eyes
Constantly searching,
Pupils wide and
Transparent like film,
Stand still
Says a voice
Wait in the darkroom,
Wait while the
The silence cuts glass
On these cells

And all I want to do is tell you
To stop fucking staring into to space,
And to focus,
Just focus,
And take all this in.

And I can’t figure out,
If it’s you or I’m crazy,
If I know you at all,
Drunk on your faults,
And maybe that’s what’s so alluring,
That you could be,
So opaque,
Or maybe just to me,
Reading what can’t be read.
Taking words
That can’t be spoken,
Demanding that you
see
the image
that doesn't exist.