Metaphors only work for so long.
The rational, tangible idea of a fully functioning adult mind…..
That still has no fucking idea what the point is in continuing.
Except that people tell you that you must.
I wanted life to lay me down,
A virgin taken in flames.
The absurdity that was
An innocence I never had.
I was taught at a meek, young age;
Even ash will drown.
The clarity coats thick now.
Eye widening layers,
Blocking air ways.
This love was never a tender game.
Still searching for a man with antlers.
Perhaps to find
Women such as I
Are born alone.
Crossing every line I had ever drawn
I found those left standing
Were always the ones I was
Meant to love.
Trace my spine,
Moths dance upon my hips.
We pretend that this is just fine,
You taste distance on my lips.