love vs. love

10) love vs. love

cat called.

she approached the red velvet 
but stopped to turn 
towards the crumpled mass bleeding on the floor
(behind her).

his breath was heaving but
she could feel the applause cascading down her back.

he reached out...
she could grasp his hand
but instead
she imagined water slipping through 
her fingers.

they locked eyes 
& he watched the water cascade 
down her cheek bones. 

and wash away his kiss. 

he called. 

so she cut a gash into her chest
stepped onto the stage 
& sang her heart out
(of her).

the nature of the ocean

8) the nature of the ocean.

i like the way you spill. she said. he didn't understand. 
i like how you stick feathers on your brain 
and color the sidewalks purple when you look.

sometimes i seem muddy, and that
can't be pretty to feel. but really, 
i shouldn't be doing anything to you

but i know i must because
you do everything to me. 

she then apologized for being like him, not him but the other him.
it's just in my blood. she said. and hoped he'd understand.

it's in yours too. i know. the mud. 
but mud doesn't spill very well. 

until the ocean flows takes it away and turns it into sand
& you feel the way you used to with the grains between your toes. 

it feels so good, even in the dead of winter. 
washing, scrubbing. the dead skin away. 

sometimes i feel dead. she said. and he understood. 
but she never meant to drag him to her funeral.
because he refuses to attend. 

because he doesn't see the mud. 
he only feels the
warmth of her blood

when he holds her hand.
like the way the grains feel 
in between your toes 

in the middle of the summer. surrounded by colorful umbrellas.

he loves the storms though, the way the waves crash throughout the rain.
because it still looks beautiful to him. despite his fear 
of drowning. 

but she won't make him drown because it's not in her heart.
but then again she might, because, well, it's in her blood

what you're like to me.

taking a step off the cement onto an unstable see through surface.
being engulfed by the water, skin bubbling with an exciting yet chilling sting-
it's taking a deep breath (even though you're holding it)

that's just the unnecessary introduction.

it's when you kick up to break the surface and give the breath back
& your head stops spinning & your ears aren't ringing
you wipe the water from your eyelashes & you can see again.

the moment when the air returns. 
that's what you're like to me.

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i thought my blog was dead forever. however, it is not.

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