In Thought (p∞)

i only see myself inverted
like looking at shattered glass
or porcelain on the bloody grass
it’s not important

do the follows matter
like seeping into hollow ground
where the sun is rarely around
your feet are with her

does the sun know i’m dying
feel connected to his pulse
but i make him drive reverse
like galaxies colliding

tonight we dine together
on separate continents
moon lit with regrets
cuz in thought is better?

i’d drag sorrow all the way down to the bottom of the Titanic
cuz pressure I couldn’t handle it
like my broken spirit
i don’t know that it’s a habit

do you miss me love
do you know why i caved
carrying my cross
so heavy couldn’t be saved

do you know what i lost
feeling astray
feet calloused with frost
more night than day

do you love me still
marching toward freewill
gaining speed downhill
yelling “blood will spill”

no reason left to hide
pulled your thorn from side
deemed the earth my bride
one warrior crucified

why do i come and go
like the strange night
followed by the daylight
why do you fold?

Geo,

I need to talk to you
like thoughts that are wind chimes
or sands through the hourglass
midnight meetings in the alley fast

my dreams are a spiraling galaxy
way up in the heavens where you don’t care my sins of past

what was his name
the one bringing thunder
when lightening came
like joy flowing under
when it was clearly rain

thank you for reading my lines -xo

PoeEternal