Tick…Tick…Tick…..

How many more come

Listed

Read

Reread

Double checked

And still it’s all the same

A forward motion; Kinetic

Rushing to your side

To the back of you mind

Seeping down your spine

A chemical complex

Teasing cardiac arrest

Into your chest

I was born with a key

And for some reason it wasn’t for me

Never foreseen

In all these serene dreams

That it would ever have a place of rest

That its purpose was made for the heart within your chest

Point

Enter

Turn

Unlock

Spilling from a centre

Out amongst your stomach

Turning and twisting

With less and less resisting

The composition of your emotional turmoil

Escapes into your body

Run amuck

What the fuck is happening!

Tell me!

‘Cause I honestly feel like I’m the one who caused this.

Density of past compilation

Your wandering eyes searched my pen and paper life

Anticipated no! but a reverberated wake of solitude

Makes itself known, though it was there all along

Printed residual images

Sutured together by time and fondness

This tryst of verbal glee

Becomes so much more

Isn’t that what you said?

Didn’t you say that I was in your head?

Walking

Running

Screaming

Burning

Turning

Knotting

Jotting down all the secrets to your heart

Pent up heartrending feelings

Give them a place to meander

But don’t trust them in your soul

In your heart

Or in your head

“The simple words I say” I said

“Only Formulate desire”

How do I stop myself from stepping off the edge?

I ask myself how,

You ask me why

How do you stop yourself from leaping to your end?

You ask yourself how

I ask you why

Tables turn

Hell the table is completely flipped upside down

Throw out these chairs

We are no longer sitting by trying to make sense of things

Blindly do you run?

Controlled are you?

Limited to one thought I see

Of me

But opened now are these passages

Of loves unwritten immortality

And a limitless existence of profoundness

That reached forth so softly

That tipped, then consumed

Tore apart, then resumed

That daily activities of its resume’

Trust me these things fade from day

In a breeze

These words will one day be swept away

Roselia you are so amazing, yes you are another person on this site that I hold in very high regards. I hope you can make sense of what I say