Quiting

My skin is dying.
Like the cancer eating my hearts.
My serious hearts.
One throbbing softly for you and the other one, something I was born with.
Innocence tasted like untattered hopes.
Like the electricity zapping through internal belongings.
We touch, we expose, but we haven't been near.
We've picked each other up, but to only hold our arms around heaving shoulders.
Like a sea so bold and begotten.
Words I speak with feelings.
Passioned.
Born to broken haunts.
Standards so ghostly, skies so fearless.
Up and around, gears rust against each other.
My gears.
Like a robot I exist.
Defined for only the meanings they speak.
Where every word is so utterly inadequate.
Somehow it's sad.
Like the holes in my heart.
But when it makes sense it scatters.
Like my wobbling confidence.
We lay so tired.
So alone.
Fearing what we've lost.
More then having it.
The burning it hurts.
Fearsome and loving.
When we were so strong.
My heart grown into yours.
Through the thumps.
Beating together.
Flowing into.
sweetly speaking something untouched.
Where we're afraid.
For tomorrow we may be stolen.
But for today we can't even speak what we both know.
Passion is true.
Taped together with words so deathly senseful.
Seizing the wood our tears waterlog.
Washing something so gone already.
Like performing CPR on your dead heart daily.
Where my words aren't read properly.
The explosive meanings only could you gather.
Stealing them away to tuck for another time.
We aren't together.
We aren't seen.
You were a nightmare.
Because love tastes like shining.
Same as only having memories.
Rolling on a dense ground.
Warmth can't feed what isn't there.
Like lights so blank, so full.
I scream until they bust.
Again and again.
Then I replace them.
Stretching the wire inside with my teeth.
One last attempt to connect our hearts.
I screwed our sighs into the holes your soul has.
Deflating slowly.
Using my breath to blow your limp body back to shape.
Holding your meaning together.
My prayers are feeble.
My faith is trialed.
Demons lurk inside my insides.
The saviours I believed in.
Where they saw us there.
Knowing we belonged.
The silence stops.
The guitar whispers.
Like every piece falling apart.
When my octagonal fight couldn't keep your pieces here.
When my weak skin can't wash away the paint.
I'm only human.
I don't have it.
Using my wrinkles to fuse together the connections of happiness inside your skies.
I've used my tattered steel to mend your feelings.
My pieces falling off to put you back together.
What's inside the mirror doesn't matter.
Just plugging the scorching fates you dust off.
We're supposed to make it.
My hands can only move so fast.
My blood can only last so long.
My fingerprints can only imprint love until they're bald.
Made of dinted plastic.
Blowing so gently against your cold, cold skin.
Tugging my body away from yours.
Limply old.
The skies are gray, the devilish wheat smiling at my hurt.
They're trying to drag me away.
Where I wrap the skies I created into your soul.
Dragging your haunted body between my thoughts.
With me.
The trees in the distance so utterly cold.
I can't feed your starry eyes.
Can't soothe your tireless lips.
We're dying and I can't save you.
Not like I care for saving me.
A people not meant to seep.
Not meant to feel.
But we have.
The carpet still freezes.
The popcorn ceiling snows dreaded powder.
And they shot me.
Tore my souless video away from the sorrow of your body.

Where giving up is real. I wasn't strong enough. Your eyes were pleading. My fabrications bleeding needs of you. Sowing your shirt to my eyes. The reflection of your beauty to the beating heart of you. Stuffing my pillow just tonight, with every memory we can't have. I still wait. Like sagging skin. Dying slowly, not your heart. But mine. Dying. All that's living are the veins tapped into my wiring. Dirt under my fingernails. I wasn't good enough. And without me, you'll shine.