(no subject)
People like to talk, to spread their words carelessly. These words fester in the mouths of such people, escaping in the form of nasty, incurable diseases. Gaping holes are left in their place; and when stitches are fabricated to heal the wounds, the flesh is once again broken.
But somehow through all the mess you knew. Something about my eyes... the golden flecks encased in liquid blue marble spoke truth to you. You grimaced while taking a step back, and I read the confusion on your face. What has changed?, you wanted to ask. I knew this because we once shared a brain, and I mouthed an answer to your silent question. Everything. This past solstice has taken no pity on me. (My skin tan, freckled... my hair longer and distressed.) A queer numbness has taken over my two arms, and tiny little needles are just beginning to prick into the worn and weary skin. They are so tired from holding back, holding out... so tired from waiting on you. But I refuse to return to the old me.
Just walk away.
But somehow through all the mess you knew. Something about my eyes... the golden flecks encased in liquid blue marble spoke truth to you. You grimaced while taking a step back, and I read the confusion on your face. What has changed?, you wanted to ask. I knew this because we once shared a brain, and I mouthed an answer to your silent question. Everything. This past solstice has taken no pity on me. (My skin tan, freckled... my hair longer and distressed.) A queer numbness has taken over my two arms, and tiny little needles are just beginning to prick into the worn and weary skin. They are so tired from holding back, holding out... so tired from waiting on you. But I refuse to return to the old me.
Just walk away.