#confusing poetry

Severed

Sliced up

And thrown away

Is how I’ve spent my summer days

Lost

In a scattered haze

Melting into sunlight

Waiting to come of age

Lounging on a sofa

Staring off in space

Tugging at your skin

Asking you to stay awake

Do you remember finding peace

Among chaotic trials

Because now it seems

I’ve lost my grip

And now amidst the quiet

I’ve never felt quite so violent

An everyday hurricane

Its whereabouts unknown

Its forecast unaccounted for

Exhausting its rainfall

Lately

I’ve been more gentle with myself

And I cried softly

For the first time

Sex read be

Is tween my

Nice lines. I

Love pour my

Is thought of

Not now present

Unless is all

It that matters

Is when you

Unromantic see no

<3 future

transcript under the cut:

We are different

And that's fine

You are scorchingly hot

And I am bitingly cold.

You are blindingly bright

And I am smothered in dark

I wish I could fall in love but

I’m having a hard time being free

It hurts when I know it shouldn’t

To be seen

To be in love

To be growing up

The confusion only finds release

In tears

Or so it seems

That maybe I am

Coming apart at the seams ?

I like how the sunlight falls on our street

You sit there, by the window

Like you’ll stay forever

I feel like we don’t have much time

To make ourselves who we want to be

But I’ll hold your hands

As clouds pass by

And stay buried in your neck

While gold falls on your hair

Your eyes bright like the snow

And your breath sweet

One day maybe,

The sun may compare

To the warmth in your arms

And the light in your stare

Hope it’s okay

If I hold you tight

While the sky’s still bright

And when it turns to night.

I’ve been

Counting kisses since September

Tracing flowers on every surface

Fell asleep twice on your shoulder

And last I remember

We were sipping lemonade at midnight

The calm of an abstract refuge

Is where I stay, confused and okay

Is where I may never escape

And I’m trying to let go of the feeling

That I will never make you happy

That happy wouldn’t touch me

But in this kaleidoscope world remote,

The poetry of the wanderers,

The dazed by election,

Soft pastel haven

When the sunlight falls on your face

I’ll ask you to follow me

Once you’re awake.