(trappedinthis)

Emotions in motion, morphing in ways unknown to all things corporeal.  Salty oceans simultaneously ebb and flow, confusing all living things.  I am not exempt.

How can the flower be dying as it blooms? Will the bee understand? Is it possible to be closer than skin but far, far away? Where are all of these cues I have waited for?

You say in one breath that you wish to erase me from your memory, and whisper “I love you” in the next.  While you speak of your precious space, you climb into my bed.  Are you making love to your hatred? Does the feel of my mouth help your amnesia?

Oh your cruelty.  Your seasons change by the hour.  I only wish to prophecy where the needle will stop.  Or will it just keep pushing?  Is this a process I can bear?

My gaze falls upon these helpless words.  It is all so unintended, you say, an occurrence of fickle atmospheres.

Damn you and your undecided heart.  Insanity is its name, my dear.  Oh why cant I walk away?

Damn me for staying.