seeing the two of you the two of you as you rip out my insides and arrange them over the carpet and i keep wondering if you even know what you're doing to me as everything reverses itself so that i don't know right from wrong and flashes of light on the street in the dark from the house that has a ladder to the moon. eerie and watching and preying and praying until i can't think about what's in my hands today so that the dusk comes like dawn and all i want to do is get out of here so that i can meet you and tell you and listenlistenlisten because that's all i've ever wanted to do. possibly, maybe the definite answer that never sounded as clear underwater with your eloquence and lies and your false pride that i can dash in a moment but i won't do it to you because i think i'm starting to pity you.
of course none of this matters because it's up in my thoughtspace but your lack of regard will define you in a second, you can barely even write this down. subtractions and scents and sensations and clamouring in the red and black and blue like the bathroom by the sea where you aren't making sense while all is just a mess of touches and vision and something that smells like the colour of sunset.