Fear

Irony is what comes to mind
When a common man finds an empty home
Enough to suit standards of evading the lonely
Seems awfully similar to how you said there was no room
In your deprived heart even though no one occupied it to
Begin with.

Love is the foulest of creatures
You always used to utter in my ear
Especially when enjoying the usual sickly
Thought piercing love songs blaring
Joyfully through rough speakers
You always remained dead to the word.

I. So undoubtedly filled with life and the taste of passion
Rung out my dearest lips in your direction all because
Something a grander scale from within you sang crystal
Clear, yet I still can't place a note or a tired finger on it
Truth be told, you are the dead to my life
A creature so hideously unattractive even
Flies find you disgusting.

Here we are. Exact opposites making harmonies that sound
Like broken wind chimes against decayed teeth eccentrically
Making perfect music. Maybe to our confused, hallowed out brains
The pendulum only swings in balanced fashion if two individuals
Are in fact individual.


I only sleep peacefully when I dream of you letting me walk peacefully into your soul
Because I understand you never want to be alone
The only feeling you know is fear