weedinmyeye

[weedinmyeye]

There is an aching gap that proceeds to grow within myself.

It begins with an ungodly pain, an unholy and unruly suffering, that I will simply stitch up and wrap myself to cover the wound.

Why am I so touchable? Why am I so vulnerable?

I stand heavy as my debilitating desire to spill my heavenly aspects grows stronger.

It threatens me. It pounds at my flesh with a fierce claw. Why do I burn this glorious fire?

I let you in with a gentle hand, and you guide me as though I am the most splendid and gentle creature.

You see me through glistened eyes, your perception is fogged like the window, and I am about to break the glass.

Why am I so unlovable?

This flame is becoming unbearable, this stitch is coming loose, I want nothing more than to hurt for you.

Why can't I see how little you care for me?

You graze me with the slightest touch, and suddenly I am not afraid to become undone.

You sliced me loose with the quickest dagger, and now I am severed all over.

Why did I let this happen?

You see my transparency, you see my blinding light. Your eyes shine with the tenderness, the sickening love that scolds my heart with every mouth that I let destroy me.

Is there something wrong with me?

I will do the startling thing. I will implode all of my worthiness and all of my care, I will choke on the remains of my dignity in hopes that you will cradle me, in hopes that you can understand my fragility.

You scream in agony when you drown in the intensity, I want nothing more than to muffle the sound.

Why must I cause this horror?

I see you running towards the rain, seeking a shower of subtle isolation. I can't run after you. I will bleed to death in the most gruesome form.

So here I am again. I am swallowed whole, swallowed by the mass that consumes my humanity.

I burnt your hands with this almighty affection.

Why can't you love me?