Monday, November 19, 2007

Suicide dreams (what I'd do sleeping in the bathtub of this motel.)

Can't listen to your voice anymore.
Eyes swell with tears, heart beats a little harder.
You pull on my heartstrings like it's your last chance to make it matter.
I drown in these tears and choke on these emotions.
Haven't been feeling myself lately, but what does that have to do with anything?
Wonder what being myself feels like anymore.
Things are so amazing when I see them through my eyes.
Wish for just once I could give you this. Give you me. Let you see and hear you through my eyes and ears. Feel what you make me feel. Breathe your own essence and let it intoxicate you like spraypaint and vodka.
Couldn't describe it in words if I tried.
Chest constricting, eyes water, nose tingles. A shiver runs down your spine and your heart skips a beat. You want it all to cave in on you right then and there with no regrets.
That's the best I can do, I'm sorry I'm not better with words.
Once upon a time, I tripped and fell and I haven't been the same since.
Trade these emotions in for a clean slate.
Can't figure you out, can't figure me out.
Can't figure the things you do to me into my schedule. Take a raincheck, babe.
I'm standing on the ledge of this balcony, on the wrong side of the railing.
Telling you not to come closer and I wish my legs didn't tremble at your touch.
Waiting, wanting, wishing for you to surprise me and pull me back into sanity.
I guess it's up to me, you just keep pushing me harder and harder.
Give me that melting smile of yours one more time.
Make me think it's all okay.
Then take my hands off this railing and give me a shove for all it's worth.
Hold your breath and listen for a scream or a splash.

Xoxo.