Uniquely Me

To my dearestthunderstorm 🖤

Sitting alone, Gazing upon the looming dark Grey fellow.

I yearn for the wind's breath & raindrops to sigh deep into my dark blue shallow.

My Ache only to be expressed through the silent hollow, I witness the blue grey sky weep, as it weeps for me to follow.

The lightning pigmenting the very last meadow, making me witness my very own unsaid shadow.

I then Hear the deafening thunder follow, as it wails for me to bellow.

The sound can be heard by the very far high cherubic halo but it is something only meant for us both, to mellow.

So beautiful yet so limitlessly dauntingly wallow.

I witness our ache as I feel it's selfsame teardrops , drop onto my very fleshy Echo.

I look up at the dark sky and then say, " I'm here for you, and I'll keep you company, my lovely dear fellow. Stay with me for as long as you want, bleed as much as you need. I am here to witness you, as you are here to grieve, far deep into my sorrow"

To my Subliminal

Unkit my soul, swallow by swallow,

until you devour my very last stranded fallow.

Do not dive deep into my halo,

but into the raw of my wallow.

Consume my whole last hollow,

So u have me fully swallowed

Squeeze my heart to make its thump, bellowed

Until I feel your very hands deeply etched into my wallow,

Pumping my heart so it only beats for your shadow

I think people are more haunted than places ever could be

To the one who would possess my very breath

Would you share my breath for me and make both my subliminal & liminal yours

Then Please slowly consume me , breath by breath until the very chambers that holds my life is yours

Reside deep within my very chambers until my very space is yours, until you don’t have to share my very breath, for it to be entirely yours

To the Ghost of me

To feeling a ghost among humans. To feeling physically existing yet deeply liminal, like something unseen.

Something that's there and not seen.

It felt reminiscent of a curse within my eyes ,my reality didn't feel like it was held or repined, but now feeling the liminal feels more abyssal than divine

Feeling it down to the bone and grime, as well have felt the allure of the brine , but furthermore the very raw of decline

A space that ensnares the grey both so uniquely, so real-ly, so deeply mine

Having to face my dark and venturing far into the night, yet venturing far into the light, toward something more alive

A paradoxical Grey of mind, even so a paradoxical State of mind

A rawness so raw

I feel, I fear ,How am I ever to be intertwined, or will I ever be held enshrined ?

Haunted by my very intensity, as drowning as the deep astral blue grey ocean

I wonder, if I ever could find my , mine