because it turns out you're a future.
I watch a moment spring,
pick up the pieces while I sleep.
but I was sketching our tomorrow.
You are sky lights that I'm sanely dying trying to reach.
pretend to not notice the way
your scent floats through the air
See another picturesque affair,
assembled without substance or care.
therefore I dismiss everything but you.
I'm holding breathless
50.08 Breaking the Rules by gliitchlord, literature
Literature
50.08 Breaking the Rules
you have redefined apart
you pulled the letters from their carefully embroidered graves
and from the old tombstone remains
created plains
[I watched without a word,
for there were none that I could find
that seemed to perfectly describe
the scene you played before my undeserving eyes.]
you spoke life through oceans
passing meaning using wave commotion
without even a blink of eyelid or a finger motion
you have redefined my heart
[I watched, reaction blurred
knowing you were showing me my inner being
craving this new you're-in-everything-I'm-seeing
feeling that has taken over and is masterpiecing ceilings.]
You have redefined th
While I'm climbing ladder rungs
That take my very breath away,
You're refilling lungs
And causing hurt to pass like yesterday.
I exist as daydreams flung
Into the sea of come-what-may;
The waves are stilled with just Your tongue
You speak and they, of course, obey.
Heartbeats stutter
where they used to flutter,
gaining speed with utter recklessness;
hard to steer like
boats with broken oars and detached rudders.
Now the rhythm muttered is a
broken engine sputter.
You were for so long my bread and butter,
now the clutter overflows the gutter where I spend my nights:
I shudder under ever present stars at war with city lights.
Evening growls and morning bites
my dreaming head off; it was in the clouds
and territories are too proud to be surrounded
by a concrete shroud of hopes we spoke aloud
in tones the opposite of thunder rumbles.
Loneliness is famine, and my stomach grumbles
when I hear
there were late autumn fires
capturing our faces bending around those
mischievous imperfections
silly of me
to believe i attempted to hide
in other eyes, all flared with a
whispering intention that keeps me chilled
in the tallest curl
of devious light.
too many times
i have imagined and retraced new nights
among savage crew
with a fairy-tale story
and quick draw personae,
without second-guessed words
or intangible quirks.
silly of me
i have been harboring hearts
and dropping my anchors
on hopeless love antics
So this is new:
the complication without you;
these overwhelming darkened tones of midnight blues.
You have my heart and yet it's still attached,
assuring momentary loneliness is still intact.
A moment's chance to breathe
finds me cursing silence and its never ending potency
to make a molehill touch the skies;
what other ear is graced with your delightful sighs?
To clarify, it's unbased fear I see.
My mind's an inconsistency reveling in faked intricacies;
defaulting to conspiracy
instead of hoping, trusting, existing on bended knee.
Return and let my voice depart;
I'd rather hear your words than those of my relentless heart.