maybe you are unaware of the coma you are in,
regret on tongues far fetched,
inside bodies you cannot count on fingers,
lightening bolts triggered through touch,
but what am I to you,
as you are to me,
feelings mutual from what it seems
this corrosion of a love story,
far from these walls or grid like structures,
not love but more so tragedy,
of something so far fetched,
the spirits binding bodies elsewhere,
a force repelling,
magnets attract opposites,
oxidation,
but this is corruption,
juvenile juxtaposition,
send me to jail for the feelings I feel,
torment me now with your eyes
I even lie to myself now,
fooled myself for you,
use brain and dialetics in attempt to understand,
I, seldom to this mistreatment of my self,
but absolve you, I must,
for you are not false in your ways,
if only sincere,
to ameliorate would be to make better,
yet nothing comes from this fantasy apparition,
you are creation out of lethargy,
an imbicile I am,
a fool for ever drawing the curtains back,
cannot tell what reverie this is,
dimensional losses,
we will forever be a world apart from each other,
despite the locking of eyes,
we have hearts frotting in blackness,
dark as a raven, cherry blossom blood,
wanting to adorn pink flesh in chest,
we are innocent children,
left to rot in the pitted hells of earth,
with rainbows laughing, in love
just not in love..