Emotional apathy

It’s not you. It’s how much I was into you. How I soaked in each layer of your skin
How I was blind
towards everything else
besides your face
That now comes in my nightmares sometimes
It scares me, this lack of care in your eyes
When to me, they were your most wonderful of features
I wanted to own them, own you
But there they were; never deceiving
Nor were they eager
They just always… were
As they still must be now
Whether you’re sleeping or awake
Somewhere

Toshiba Digital Camera

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Boxed shell

How real is this fact
That I’m out here, able and intact
Underneath shelters and shelters of
Clothes, blankets and thick walls
Preserved in like a specimen
Segregated and closed off in a pitch black cellular chamber
That’s silent, faraway, and forgotten
Awake, with a buried heart that wonders
Whether there’s a man in a forest
Who could hear

 

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I show a side of me

It’s been 273638 years, and traces of you run through my veins
Like rivers branching through the landscape from long lost reservoirs
It’s been 282738 years, and thoughts of you are buried underneath this earth over layers and layers of transitory sediments
Only you can uncover a side of me that’s deep within
That only a few have seen
Only you can awake a part of me that’s been sleeping

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