For contortion,

It's been a while,
yet you're the itch i can't reach.
somewhere between my shoulder blades,
you gnaw deep down to the bone.
my arms twist and retort to touch the spot you've torn.
but i can't.
my back is breaking
against faded words
but i still hear them clear as day.
i fight.
i kick.
i scream with my remaining energy,
but it's gone.
mouth gaping open,
not a sound evaporates my clenched teeth.
you're so far gone,
your only inches behind me.

For those eyes,

they fall out of their sockets
bleeding out what they've wrongly perceived.
they never saw me for what i held behind the icy blue.
staring into mine, they failed to see the innocence.
i possessed no power to shut mine,
and neither did those,
those piercing emeralds.
maybe thats what made me blind to love.

For monotony,

i climb into bed
the soft summer rain dripping down the window.
as calm as the evening is
my head begins to fill.
thoughts race through my veins and out my skin.
over
and
over
and
over
the concrete smacks against my head.

For goodbye,

i can forget most of the time.
i can mute the sound of trumpets,
i can erase the words that once were spoken.
but sometimes, i can't.
i feel the thick autumn air get caught in my throat in the summer heat,
i taste the metallic kiss,
and i choke.
choke up on the months that are light years away,
yet slip through my fingers as if reliving them.
i've tried to hold on to these moments from a short lived happiness,
but my time has expired.
i reflect on days gone, and wonder where they have flown away to.
but now i understand that they've only tucked away deep inside me.
i can't shut out the rest of the world,
awaiting the chance to reconnect with my past.
i have to soar away,
spreading my wings with the strength i know i have packed inside my apprehensive body.
i can't forget,
but i can leave this mess in the past,
leave it locked away so tight that i can not relive,
but i can revisit.
i can't forget you,
but i can fly away.

For the unbreakable,

the man who never shed his skin, has diffused.
withering away to show the pain within, he cries.
the tears streak down, already diminishing the remaining burns.
the day he swore he'd never fall apart has arrived,
leaving him naked of all the walls he's built so thick.
someone warned the downfall, someone saw this coming.
but he didn't.
and just moments after the breakdown,
the one they never dreamt to see,
was gone.
and reconstructed were the walls,
and dried were the tears,
and gone, was the short lived visible heart.

For wasted words,

Why have I been running from you?
I ask myself this in my head as it lays against your chest.
I feel you beating into me, quickening my own pulse.
This simple thought brings heat to my face, I feel it visibly spreading.
I hope you see the smile stretching across my blushing skin.
I start to feel you in my stomach,
tickling my insides like I've swallowed a hundred feathers.
I'm so delicately choking on your breath.

For my consistant failure,

I am destruction
taking down everything around me.
I am spiraling
into your chest and splitting you down the middle.
I am breaking
what I've known into shards of broken bones.