ever since i met you that night i've

been breaking off pieces of my body

i wanted to be the piece that matched

your smile as you left me there in the

pouring rain cutting myself inside out

until i didn't know who i was anymore

because it felt better to be dead than to

live as someone that you wouldn’t like

- deathetix

~

Gold illumined

edge and spine,

beneath,

the page

is stained.

Onyx ink

shades bold outlines;

the story’s end

remains.

One body,

gathered,

flesh and bone,

pools,

where eyes

of myrrh,

pour

inked illustrations,

shone:

her tattoo

left on earth.

and as we laid in the green grass

I whispered into your ear, stroking your arm gently

[ always remember... please

I have no doubts about what we have

my struggles come only from s h a t t e r e d veins ]

( tired and damaged over the years )

you jerked at those words, almost swimming in electricity , body lifting abruptly

as if the whole world

was tumbling down your shoulders

arms tightly wrapped around your knees

time froze, there was nothing

just heavy notions that spoke from your soul to my open core

and then you looked at me , dark eyes mixing with the bright stars above your head

your expression sad but eyes blazing , consuming my insides as you spoke

[ I’m build the same way as you... can’t you see ? ]

something shifted into place, something exhaled slowly

and I heard us then... our tones whispering shyly of magnificence

stealing the breath in my lungs

that already belonged to you

for centuries I moved within your sphere

and that night, gazing at the calm raging fires centered in your being

knowing I would not sleep

knowing I would never sleep again

I moved up slowly by your side, leaning in

lips pressing against the exposed skin of your back , arms surrounding you with care

blending into something

that I could not touch with my mind

[ we share our fears, hopes and lost breaths

our hearts beating with the same

f r a c t u r e d drums ]

your face turned to me at that moment

voice just a fragile hush between moonless nights

that you had to go through alone . finally feeling the glow under your skin

colliding stars that spoke of us

[ so different, and yet so alike ]

the tenderness that filled me then . never stopped humming in my blood

months passed, years, endless lifetimes

and I was still with you at this moment , in that sweet surrender

that barely defined bliss

when you hold my soul in your hands

.

We're two of a kind you and I. Same dark blue eyes, same long blonde hair, same long legs, same arms, same loveable heart. I can read your mind just like you can read mine. I don't like it when we're not wearing the same thing. We match. You're my mirror, my reflection, my clone, my carbon copy, we match. My built in best friends, twin sisters till the end, there's no one I'd rather match with. ❤

I hate you.

You hate me.

We are glad to call each other enimies.

I can't stop the growing scars you give me.

You can't stop the growing scars I give you.

We are one of a kind.

One and the same.

Because I hate you.

And you hate me.

Because we, are spirit and spirit.

But we are split.

You have everthing I hate.

I have everything you hate.

We are two halves of the same person.

But we are not the same.

we match.

or at least,

that's what the dating website said.

the same hobbies.

the same personality.

the same habits.

the same character.

the same desires.

we are a match made in heaven.

i never should have believed that.

i notice

his shoelaces

bright blue on dark blue sneakers

drawstring

whats your name i ask

he looks at me and laughs

we bike along the river

two kids on a mission

i wear two blue sneakers

drawstring too

we stop at a bench and he looks over

“how come you dont have laces”

“they didn’t keep me grounded”

he laughs and said “me too”

its been years since then

we became best friends and talk every day

i smile at the memory and look down

at my foot

where the tattoo is

the one we both got, together

that day we met

on the top of our feet

one black shoelace

wrapped around our foot, tied

it has kept us grounded ever since

I have always been drawn to your side

though perhaps I should be terrified.

I recognise that bit of crazy in your eyes.

I see the same insanity when I look into mine.

We match, you know, you and I,

though I'll never let you see behind

this mask I wear, the trick of my trade,

it seems to make the lunacacy fade.

But you wear no mask, child of pain,

and I wonder... if I took mine off, could I live again?

The life in me is like a washed down bar of soap;

dead in the dish,

drowning in a pathetic pool of its own making,

yet to be jammed down the drain by the dirty foot of a showerer,

but devoid of purpose, nevertheless.

And then there's you, full and yellow,

smooth with purpose printed across your top.

Warm like palm trees, strong as olives,

the arch in your back

perfect to trace and hold and study.

Firm and unbroken - able

to stand on two heels without slipping or sliding.

So I wait on my soap dish, and hold every one of my hopes

high for the moment that you come and meld me.

Take my life and give it purpose.

Take my body give it shape.

Soak up the lonesome piddle pool and

brave the world as one;

my match.