Drained Euphoria
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe tomorrow I will be able to break it-
Chains.
So many c h a i n s that have been dipped in tar and glued themselves to every chemical compound that bleeds the word "happiness".
(I) have learned how to tune out the outside world in 3 ways.
1. Every obstacle that speaks in my direction I bend my spine so far that the words people are trying to get across, float right through the slivers my bones begin to create.
2. I catch looks that are tossed my way-
Sometimes fast;
Slow.
I wrap them up into my hands and c r u s h them until they turn to nothing but dust, blowing them in the other direction so they never reach my ears.
3. I feel you digging your nails into my brain
Slowly bleeding.
Your hands begin to shake and I have learned how to shut my brain off.
Complete.
Whole.
In full.
(You) cannot reach me,
I wonder how small I am under your thumb. BIG enough to squash any dream I've ever leaked into your selfish veins.
Bright and nostalgic is the essence that is (you).
And me, a mere nocturnal flower.