You,
A figment of my not-so-imagination bringing life into a lost memory
You,
Bringing sharp reality into this blurry world
You,
Moving through space and time like I move through air
Me,
Waiting Watching Wanting
You.
Me?
Me.
Me, I'm just the girl in the back of the room crying blood when I laugh
The part of the moon the wolves howl at
The starlight that lights the way to darker nights
The banshee that sits on mankind's collective stomach, giving it nightmares
You.
You?
You're MY nightmare. You're what I never wanted to face. You're the corner of my heart I can't acknowledge, aren't you? The one that I locked away, long ago, yet lightyears too short ago.
You? If only I'd left you in that lake of sorrow and insanity, murky with the leeches of malintent. And yet I hear myself scream as I say that, a broken lance twisting through my body, comprised of pain and secrets and... an emotion I am not yet willing to face.
You? Do I really know you?
Did I?
Did I really?
I look in the mirror and see nothing I recognize, so how can I know you?
It's YOUR blade that impales me; YOUR face that won't let me sleep at night; YOUR voice echoing in my head as I hear footsteps coming closer and closer; YOUR memory that will not allow me to glance at a rose or hear a legend or see a stone cut through the water like a blade without thinking of you.
It's you. Not your legacy, not your memory, but your essence; it's actually you.
The words I can't let myself say, the thoughts I will not acknowledge.
Truth is, I'm too afraid.
Not only of breaking myself on the rocks.
Not only of the burning lance twisting into my ribs.
Not only of you.
I am scared of losing you. |
Submission Name: You
