Primordial Soup

I see you within the confines of my mere existence.

If you start and end within who I am then who you are ceases to be when I do.

This is good for some people, most people even.

In a world where everything we do is dictated by a single idea of definition, we cling to be defined.

This is not something I think I can live with.

But, I can live with you.

More so, in fact, than I can live within the idea of you, when the reality of you calls to me.

I will always yearn for you.

You have taken my form and smashed it to pieces, effortlessly.

I watched as it loses all predetermined notions, experienced a shift of paradigms.

And I smile.

Shattered, the confines of my mere existence are up for reassessment.

I allow you to assess.

I allow you to define.

I allow you to allow myself to submerge in a series of opposing thoughts.

I allow you to allow myself to feel, in a way unlike ever before.

I allow you to allow myself to cease to be.

And I have ceased. I have been seized.

I yearn some more, learning some more, and watch my whole being unravel in front of you.

Naked, unflinching, in front of you.

I will live for you, even if living with you means living within the confines of your mere existence.

For with you, I shall never cease to be.

Not anymore.

- Staring at something eternally beautiful.

Always a sucker for a pretty face. That’s what I was for most of my life. I live for them, for whoever the love of my life was at that particular juncture. I couldn’t help it. I will never be able to help it. We all have our addictions, and sadly, mine had lovely long hair and a gaze that would imprison me far more effectively than any cell.

I am a lover, not a fighter.

… continue reading this entry.

Normal Like me is hard to be,

and I thank you for trying,

to be not you, slowly killing you, slowly dying.

You are loved in a sense you won’t see.

You are loved in a way I could never be.

In the dark with me, you survive,

yet you’ll never thrive,

I could never give you what you need to be alive.

So hold me, as we sleep, as we weep,

You are who I want and yet cannot keep.

-Same as the previous poem, “Last Bet”.