Description: Most people think the love they have is real. that they arent wasting time with this "genuine" lover. but the kick of reality, that only we see, is that it's not love after all. it's just a way to pass the time. just a pair of manicans spitting on each other.
The most eternal parts of you
compose the very core of me.
Their meandering eyes
float on
like a crunchy autumn leaf
down a cold sidewalk.
Flipping and breaking.
Waiting for their hearts to be taken away
in yesterdays recycle bin.
They pretend to hear sincerity
oozing out of their paste filled tongues.
Our plastic trees and paper flowers
are the most genuine part of their reality.
Yet they continure to float
with fingers on strings.
Loose strings.
Fraying strings.
Strings knitting a web of infidelity.
We taste the crisp air and swallow the beauty.
Smooth and thick.
They lick and choke on their own disloyalty.
The time on their toes lingers and rots.
Avoidance lasts forever.
Running from any real thought.
Running.
Connecting with the only thing they'll know...
The ground beneath our feet.
super hyper sensitive, or just hyper sensitive..lol..oh Shardling,
I was instantly looking for 'The most eternal parts of you compose the very core of me.'...I knew that was coming my bubs..and then 'Our plastic trees and paper flowers are the most genuine part of their reality.' is just unrivaled beauty..yep yep leaves in the recycle bin huh..lol...sometimes yeah, but mostly they just end up being crunched period..lol
the second part,
'Yet they continure to float with fingers on strings. Loose strings. Fraying strings. Strings knitting a web of infidelity. We taste the crisp air and swallow the beauty. Smooth and thick. They lick and choke on their own disloyalty. The time on their toes lingers and rots. Avoidance lasts forever. Running from any real thought. Running. Connecting with the only thing they'll know... The ground beneath our feet.'
now that just blows me away, cause the strings gently unraveling and coming apart, just so easy to see it happening, it happens almost before the strings originally come together..lol..all these meandering couples losing touch with themselves and their lovers needs and callings everyday that the relationship continues...yep yep
and yes, they are merely spitting on each other, but the spit is in itself, just as plastic as the rest of the story that they believe to be true
Submission Name: Hyper Sensitive Colours
