Glass

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Waste of an eyesight

Can’t look at anyone else in the eyes. It’s too glazed, clear, and open. Don’t want to look into them when there’s nothing else they have to show. It’s such a waste of an eyesight. Can’t look at anyone else’s, but yours.
Glassy; entwined in something
Distant but so near
The way it changes in sunlight
The way you look at me
…or at some illusion
It’s a lava in there
The sun rises and sets
Volcanoes form and the earth twists and turns
Skies clear and the seas subside
I see it all through that great wide window
I just
Wanna get in there…

Friday night bad boy

It’s a dry, dull, desolate world where we live. We’re made of thick glass, fragile enough to be broken, and oh so heavy; bound by gravity and layers of weight covering our bodies. You’re like music to me. You’re so vibrant, tangible, and full of bright pastel colors. Your smile pops open and fizzles out a bottle of coca cola in my heart. And your attitude, my god your attitude; it stings me like needles. I need your chaos, I need your crazy. It makes me alive. It’s a risk, it’s an obsession. It’s love.
I never know what you’re up to next, but I like the surprise baby. Surprise me, turn me into a kitty and be a bait. Be tangible, be ever so existent, be real, be alive,
Sting me,
Spin me, berate me, love me,
And never give up on me. I could run for miles on end and never encounter another you. I could live for a thousand years and never be quenched. You see through me like a psychic. We don’t belong in this world so let’s just play in an empty store aisle of a meaningless dull town. I’ve got your spirit, you’ve got me in the palm of your hands. We’ve got everything right now so let’s just be alive. Let’s soar, while the world weighs down.

Sky Milk