LETTERS AND POSTCARDS

your teeth

into my skin

and they still

scrape against

my bone

your venom

cementing through

my blood

pumping

my heart

into stone

// Ophydia

AND HOW I ALWAYS WALK THE LINE

HOW I’M BARELY HOLDING ON

BUT THAT I SAY I’M DOING FINE

// Ophydia

AND THE DEVIL IS ME

SHE HAS ME BEGGING FOR FORGIVENESS

AT HEAVENS GATE AND FEET

// Ophydia

they flicker red

and change their hue

I look in eyes that fall in love

and when they look back

mine flicker too

// Ophydia

i saw constellations in your eyes

and with you

i didn’t see a whole new life

i saw another galaxy

i saw a future like the sky

every opportunity

with you i saw a family

and maybe i just fantasized

the way your eyes

had this way

of defying gravity

and i’d forget

that shooting stars were once alive

but like us they’re just a tragedy

// Ophydia

love is a lullaby

echos of disorienting

brainwaves and malfunction

i’m sinking from the top

to the bottom

since i love you so much it

makes me sick

and rotten

gotta be brainwashed by your lips

some heart-laced toxins

// Ophydia

into the mirror, and eye to eye

it’s just me and my reflection

but I find it hard conversate

when my eyes hold no connection

I would reach to me in love,

but I fear the glass is rather cold

and I want to help I truly do..

we could use someone to hold

but truthfully..

we’re far too cracked and broken

and I just can’t risk the touch

one more crack, and we both will shatter

and i’ve fixed us far too much

// Ophydia

but I counted seven guns.

They fired exactly together,

and that bullet shot me

through

every

single

one.

// Ophydia

SEALED OFF FOR THE WORLD TO SEE

I CAN’T SEE ANYONE OUTSIDE,

BUT CAN ANYONE LOOK INSIDE

AND SEE ME?

// Ophydia

~an echoing voice told me that God and the Devil act as one, and that their beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.. and i echo back every time, that sometimes beauty is the same as anger.~

// Ophydia

crayola crayons

and rubber

bands

it doesn’t matter

whats black or white

because i still drew

outside

the lines

do you find it hard to speak?

hard to think?

i never thought you’d understand

?

you can grab me by the hair

by the

strand

restrain me with your wit

and rubber bands

it wouldn’t matter that i’m your favorite color

so long as i step outside

live outside

of your coloring book

// Ophydia

HOW HE IGNORES MY EVERY CALL

HEAD UP IN THE CLOUDS LIKE

HE CANT HEAR MY RING AT ALL

// Ophydia

E ventually it’ll soak through the cracks of this broken reflection that always points the finger

T owards me. deceived by myself, atleast that’s what i’ve always believed. my every connection

R etrogrades, and bleeds. therefore the only explanation is that it must be me.

A ctually that’s fucking bullshit. life is a masquerade, but the joke is that i know that.

Y et when masks fall, everyone looks at me because i must have left mine somewhere- i don’t know! (oops) exhilaratingly

A lone, now that’s a feeling that makes me feel more at home. because deception can’t

L ull in the shadows without “friendly” figures to cast from. stepping back, i like truth as harsh as a loaded gun.

// Ophydia

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

I have more cleaning supplies then things I need to clean

-maybe somewhere deep down the smell of chemicals will dissolve all the dirty things that happened to me-

me and my tattoos bleed~

the distant and vague memories, of a child’s hopes and dreams.

night terrors and play things

// Ophydia

and some nights

the stars

don’t

shine

// Ophydia