my heart beats
boom.
i'm sure you can
hear it
as i lie here
waiting for your
morbidly bipolar
[beautiful] hands.
boom.
waiting for your
[beautiful] eyes;
rimmed with fury and
painted bright
with your
passion.
boom.
i lie here
with my own hands
tied with invisible
rope behind my back;
boom.
with my own eyes
wide open with the
clarity of fear.
boom.
my veins are
adrenalin-colored;
absolutely enraptured by
terror.
boom.
this [beautiful]
terror.
boom.
your hands are cold;
bright yellow with
whyhaveidonethis
and decaying with
hurtmehurtmehurtme
boom.
i think i am
alive.
YOU ARE READING
motion. | completed
Poetrythis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
