You're Not Listening

Black and white, sepia tones, a straight hair standing out from the mess. Make it so, make it so. All alone, but you’ve never looked away from the mirror. Look away, see me standing here. I’m always here, but your reflection is in front of me. Years of building up resistance, a wall of sound, guarding against the silence. My arms are open, waiting for you. Here I am. My love, my life, I’m here, just look up and see: pause the music, and hear me. You can break through if you try, but my words don’t make it. I’ve already gone as far as I can: why do you not see? All you need to do is reach out and find me, find everyone waiting to help you. I’ve left everything for you, left family, friends, and dreams, to give everything to find and keep you. I’m waiting! I’m here! Please! Just turn around, turn away from the mirror, and I will do the rest. Listen to my whispers, and one day, you will see. One day, you will look away, and fall once again into my arms.

Come Back: I'm Here

No apologies, no explanations. I've almost given up, but selflessness is slowly finding its way to me. I'm here now, so forget this past. Forget I was almost gone. I'm here now. I can help you, now that I have forgotten myself. I will come back to you, away from the false lights and self-centered screen. I'm here. I'm home, and I can't make promises, but I never want to leave again. Please, come back, to our little home under the tree. We left the black space and the chandelier together, and you eventually left after seeing the husk I had become. I'm full now, and ready for you. Come back. I will call you until you turn and see at least one of these bread crumbs through the forest. Come back. I'm here. 

Stay Alive

Meet this midnight world, a big city with small lights cowering from the acetone sky. Houses shut their eyes tight, wishing on a car, cars that turn and fall away behind you. A sky-scraper city turns into a high-rise factory, studded with stars. Little yellow lights make it seem friendlier, and fires burn high in the dark, making safety feel closer. White strips on the road peel away from the tires, lighting up to make a fairy trail to follow. Leave in circles, and find yourself in the same place that you started, but not afraid. The clocks bleed the hours away, quietly singing in the softest way. Brown and green, fading away without any resistance. The bleached moon tucks you away, lulling you into sleep that you deserve. Don’t be afraid, don’t be sharp or cruel or loud. Gentle, quiet, the day giving over to the dusk, softly and lovingly. This chlorine town will leave along with your sleep, in a world that is shallow, in a world that came clean.