aloe

your blind heart and your sky eyes are a painted black canvas with rubbed out lines: all I wanted was to be coloured with light; an identity defined; identify: my oh my, I dent, if I keep myself tied down, your moody bruises see me out, you give me thorns, instead of flowers to my crown, how can I know you, when you haven’t been found? I covered you in blisses; absorbed your mosaic pain; fluttering butterflies; again and again, flavoured you with soul, soothing stings with aloe rain, but i’m too intense to think straight, too much for you to believe our fate is tied, tears tear down my face, thought it was you all this time, smokey missiles stream through my eyeline, trying to sever connective ties, as if to prevent our spirit from dying, i’m lost when I thought at last i’d been found, left to pick up the pieces from the cold ashy ground, thorns prick my skin and stab out my cloud, i don’t make a sound, inside i’m screaming out, thinking linear when i needed to be thinking round, allowed, aloud, every doubt was a wish now it’s thrown back into that heated crowd, my meekness deceives me, i retreat into my me-ness, weakness with fury, in a blink my invisible is invincibility.