it should be enough to grab lines of coke on a rope hanging from the sky
you shouldn't hurt me
you shouldn't leave me
you've left me
you've left your body
you've left your eyes
I don't see you.
there is no joy but from my own motor
I don't understand your eyes and your sky-grab birthday bag surprise mystery destiny
all I know is my heart is like a clogged motor from all the bullshit from people I love
you don't know me you cant hurt me
as far I am concerned
my eyes as olives
slowly breathing concrete
square shaped roots of a tree
some place to squirm
I feel these feels
none of it is me
no love is me
I am already love and do not have to feel it.
my chest hurts
I am sitting up straight
I am making a sphere
I am protecting myself
there is a sphere around me
I am protecting myself
there is an apple around me
I am protecting myself
I am not hungry
I am no ghost
you wandering wanderless waif
leave me all alone
i'm tired of seeing people abuse other people under the guise of love
and the only way to stop it is to stop it, to stop it myself
and let go of any hopes soiled with baby shit.
from the dumpstered diapers you invisibly wear underneath your material criticisms
and lack of care
it feels like day-walking humans are hunting me down and trying to destroy me so I can't spread love
and it's with control
and it's with accepting control
and it's with one hand behind your back
and the other hand is handing your neighbor a cup of sugar
it's with your words and your body
and the dead eyes you try to fill with life
that is all.
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