where does it fall apart

[mavienoir]

i am dissapearing

underneath the folds of white cotton sheets.

i am breaking under waves of consciousness.

i am taking you in,

but only in pieces,

because i need a puzzle.

i need a riddle

i need something to occupy my mind enough,

to not be afraid of your honesty,

this ragged intimacy...

you are rough to touch,

you are soft to feel.

you are series of contradictions,

a shallow puddle,

in a neverending cave.

a series of broken bones

strong enough to hold me to the matress,

i close my eyes and i cant hear you breathing...

youre not breathing...

youre barely alive.

but i am waking from a coma,

somewhere in the dust

we shook into flight....

floating between your lips and mine....

I am stitches in a boxspring,

you are punctureing the holes where you'll tie me down....

to be obsolete and invisible

holding something together,

though not mattering much in the overall scheme of things.

i am nothing to you.

we can cut eachothers names into our hearts and arms,

but then all we'll have is names...

youre already ready to forget me.

shattered mirror reflects

a million times

the secrets...

the sheets are dancing

we are ghosts...

we are shadows on a blank canvas

we have no defenition,

yet moment to moment

my persective of you is more clear then ever.

this isnt beautiful,

you arent everything,

and the folds will soon be smoothed away....

but

this is real

and dirty

and clean.

and we are everything and nothing....

and into eachothers skin...

we are disapearing,