it gets me
this confusion.
it gets at me
bewilderment of wilder dreams
wanted in 19 different states.
where are you now, lovers and freedom?
you've taken my sanity at much too early
with your pages rusty,
you will learn to heal yourself,
feeding on fire.
you will look at a skyline
and tell yourself that you're the best.
i am learning to meditate because of you
to raise my mind into a median deemed mine.
you go splunking, tumblings towards tastelessness
let me know when you arrive.
you're beginning to look alike.
act
speak
please not feel.
once you feel the same, it's all over.
it's all heavy.
this game of hide and seek has gotten me pale,
although all that's shed on me is
an altered brilliance.
make it grey, i don't mind.
make it addicted and dumbfounded, i don't mind.
i can't decide if you're real.
because all i hear are notes,
all is here.
so kindly step away,
let me breathe in this bubble
before it's popped.
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