I thought words only painted images or things we want to see but can’t,
i’ve found words also paint nondescriptive anthems.
splashes of paint consumed by deepest fears // depressive episodes glassed with bloody // cuts //
in mind and soul,
wanting to absolve intrusions
numbing empty hope // running engines of easels,
they’re all mine.
mania ain’t so bad, when it paints like this.
The crash comes with what silence can’t retain.
Would you believe me if I showed you? Would I? DO I // have to? Did I, want to?
I lost more than trust in me, the way I lost myself in you.
spring forgives, but no matter the leaves sprouting in skeletons all over the city,
on the back stains pulled empty // bloody // stern
they emblematize the anthem I cling to past the 90s show that introduces romantically
people always do this, people always leave.