2 weeks ago
73. i dropped it, first time ... the first time this happened i drug shattered shards of my image through hopeless veins i wanted to see the kind of hell i’d walked my self into. that was the first time i felt pain. the next time, i felt snow fall on reddened finger tips my nails turned into furnaces and i felt a sort of warmth from the touch of the falsity i had believed to be true. again. the second time i realized what love’s intensity would do, and, it only took one time to see how butterfly’s transform into bees such stings no man could surround himself in masculinity and still feel no pain. such an endless game. that was the first time i felt acid rain against my skin, removing memories and sins inscribed within tattered limbs i’ve been past broken ... that’s what love feels like now. cold then warm then gone. (such a sad song to learn through repeat) lover’s souls sewed and reaped into shallow halves pretending to be wholes; this is how i know we are all unholy. something my grandmother once told me. i wonder if that will ever change ...