Whiles; a character study

I met you pulling petals from a gravestone on a Sunday

You were dressed in red talking about drowning in a dead sea

Your hands were soaked in blood and dirt and you were coughing up debris

But your eyes shone and your smile was wide, reminding me of the sun rays

I burn your name into my skin

Timeless, our love

Seems to be drowning me in my sin

So helpless,

What have I become?

Like a desert sun

I hold you up to the sky

And paint red roses across your vision

I dance with corpses in hopes that the music will continue playing

I spread my ashes across gravestones of people I never met

People I only imagine

Because I’m trapped in limerence

I walk on tip toes on a tight rope

A tidal wave of my own design

I reach a skeletal hand out but no one grabs it

Or offers to shake it

I reel in fish that never wanted to taste the air

So I throw them back

Along with any dreams that were never meant for me

And I walk away from that pond onto a road that leads me back to another pond

And the cycle repeats