Poems 〜

delusion

the Beginning?
where is it but the way you looked at me
a delusion
the only answer coming in the form of words that leave your throat
unlike the way they never left mine
caught up
sat next to you
soft fabric,
blue

the Middle?
still caught up in the beginning, though
maybe the Middle will only exist when the End is certain
not a delusion
your eyes
like a broken set of black glass
that weird black water, unnecessary

your skin
eyes
your eyes
a conclusion is simple,
like speed makes your heart beat faster
you must be going at the speed of light
a conclusion for me
the reason i could not smile is because i was so lost in the black water glass
numb
i could not move
feeling besotted
captured by your softness

blackthorns, like blackberries
sharp sweetness in the cavern behind my lips
that i so longed to meet yours
branches over your forehead
porcelain skin

does a Tale need a Beginning, a Middle, and an End?
maybe it doesn't need any
just silly fireworks caught up in your stomach,
never ready to leave, exploding when stomach acid, or rather,
butterflies,
react with them like
delusion