An Ode To Me
Me is more profound.
One syllable,
meaning two.
Selfish.
Me makes an impact on the mind
of Him Her Them, even
You.
Me.
I am not myself.
That is too much.
I
am
Me.
We Were Too Alike / The last of your kind.
Our names overlap so eloquently, like a soft sigh on a soft morning in the middle of February. We like the rain, we like indoors. Love is blue and grey to us, not pink or red. They sang 'close your brown eyes and lay down next to me', so I did and I remember faintly feeling your heartbeat and your twitching and I remember wanting to turn and wrap my arms around your nightmares to squeeze them to death. But I didn't. I would have destroyed myself, had I stolen that selfish touch.
I'd like to think that two creative and destructive beings together could birth some kind of everlasting harmony. But that's just my dreams talking. What your mind wishes for when it's safe from my chaos could be the dreams of a world away from mine. You're so beautiful that I couldn't stop thinking. It's really hard to stop. I have to remember that love is when two,
not one.
And that's it. Like you came, you were gone and I went my way.
Undine
Undine, daughter of the sea's king. Drowned in darkness and naivety. She is the only light you'll ever see; not even the one dying in your lamp could cast a shadow in her way.
