Hold on, to what

this moment that thought

“You make me sick”

Because I spun you upside down

or because of the opinions I held?

Why do you feel anything

put weight to what I say

give credence that I am

Detached Removed Remote.

Remote? Remote control?

Removed Detached

like a house?

My state how I am,

Perceived, accepted to be,

Absent somehow

 

 

 

Dislocated, am I an abstraction?

Here mostly even when I’m not.

When you enter, why does your

volume exit, water-like move out

upwards just like your replacing

yourself, where is my dispersion?

Each time I leave a room

vacuous which will not fill.

Chrysalis upon chrysalis after chrysalis

pearls on a necklace neck less….

Clasp less and infinite

Anger breaking on shores of hate

you resent even that I exist

 

 

 

Poltergeist like I corrupt my own past

throwing Rocks at the future, the here and the now

according to you…

Pissing on rainbows

trapping moths in a killing jar

so I say to you.......

If deep deep down I could swim

sinful lungs would carry me

past those I loved pulling them

under dragging them down.

Selfless soulless, pitying only myself.

If I carried a blade wrought and black

to Plunge written in hate,

engraved with the words

“Always intended for you”

Then I would be all that you claim me to be

All that you say that I am