Crushed

Crushed
Under the deep white foam
Of a rolling wave
Of heartbreak.
Unable to move
Or breathe or speak
Without this heavy coat
All over me.
I can only wait for it to break.
Drowning in a salt
Of missing you.
Crushed
Into nothing
But grains of sand.
Hoping I can get up and
Out again,
But also for another wave.

Lover

Lucky to be so in love
With a feeling
Like this.
You can walk me down
The stairs to the
Basement to kiss.
I don’t want to
Miss anything,
Anything.

I just want you to be
The ocean to my
Sandstorm.
I feel like maybe
I’ve finally figured
Out what
I want.
You and
The truth
And me.

born/dead

Put my foot to the pedal and I’m torn,
The world smells like it was just born.

Because you look at me with stars in your eyes,
Like I haven’t been crying,
And you say “let’s wait and see.”
But what about me?
How am I supposed to be?
Feels like you’re a twin flame
Or maybe my worst enemy.
You make me sing and scream.
I wake up, breathing heavy from a sex dream.
It was so real, your hands on my face.
We were just born.
Now I’m torn, in half.
Wondering what’s to be.

I don’t want to wake up from these dreams.
I don’t want to look weak.
I don’t want to look at you.
You bite my shoulder, pull me in.
Just friends.
Can’t stand to be around you but can’t stand to be away.
We sway, I can’t stop laughing, and you look at me the way I look at you.
I can’t think when I’m around you.
I don’t want to see the two of you.
I don’t want to dance in red wine just to get my mind off you.
I just want you to hold my hands against the wall again.
Just friends.
Yeah, right.
We’ll see how long that lasts.

I’m torn, in half.
You make me raw.
Caught between the gas and the brakes.
I just want you more than I can breathe.
I seethe,
Waiting for you to come back to me,
Just as sure as the sun comes up.
Just as sore as I was that night of,
The world smells like it was just born.

You’re holding me like I’m your last chance.
It was our last dance.
Hold the last.
Your skin smells like romance.
I feel you coming back at me full speed
Like a boomerang or a bad dream.
Sleepless with you next to me.
Smile and kiss me on the cheek.
As you walk out the door.
I’m torn, in a million pieces.
We were just born.
The world smells like it was just born.
But did it have to die the night before?

"Time will tell how much I love you."Christine Palmer (Doctor Strange 2016)
inspodior:
“I N S P O D I O R
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abduction:
“ by Mariana Nascimento
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