doesnt have a title

another reason to live tomorrow, is whats killing you faster

though softly at first, to not alert you of the upcoming disaster

a rupture in your lungs u didnt feel

for ur heart suffered a much similar deal

(years before)

it must’ve been a sign

the path for your future laid out in cracked bathroom tile

a rather crude design

blood seeping through its imperfections, no longer white

deep red Kintsugi

just a grey excuse for skin plastered on a withering statue

it doesnt need to make sense

how it turned out this way

a steady decay. atleast its tidy

you could have seen it coming but really it was up to me

up to me?

i’d let it happen so easily

kind of silly how dreams slip like feet on a puddle of water

turned to faded pink after less than a week

by now their skin was muted lavender

a colour one could only hope to be preserved in

unfairly buried in blue-ish purple

just toss them in a lake

bleed with the sea and blend with the agony

float atop coral reefs and lay gracefully

the least you can get is a movie-scene ending

on my knees and i can just imagine what you see

perspectives different

you’re weird but not like me

oh so different

living differently oh so differently

your freckles are what god should have given me

mine are what were mistakenly plastered on as if by a muddy stake

if you were god how would you tattoo me?

(stop standing there and just hold me)

you hold no mercy in how you watch me

if i could control how i see my eyes would be stripped long from my body

we are secretly the same

studying the same people (eachother)

tricked to seeing differently

you dont have to loathe-

me

sent to a ceremony of alien-skinned guests regarding you boredly

send me back up, cast a ray of light

home is where i want to go tonight

not here, for another lasting second, not one more dirty glance

where my true self will dwindle away. till im properly taken away.