The flash went off
And I remember the flowers you had in your hair
And when your breath caught
I disappeared into the crowd
I’ll meet you in therapy
Where we can talk about my body
And how tired I am of the living
Lost in the self criticism
Lost in the freedom
I grab and cling to everyone I know
Exhausted with trying to conquer feminine nature
In my mind you’re everything to me
Your approval your beauty
Did you ever look so polished
Femme florist I want to grow up like you
I see you behind the clothes and malfunctions
You’re fabricated fruition
You look at me like my mother did
Unconditional existence
Circus Olay me in the bathtub
And we can play with my sci-fi chip that makes me big and small and big and small
Elusive nature of a beautiful human
You can be open with me
Start talking about the absence of reality
Fluidity and transcendence being alive
Panicked heart and melodrama
Tell me if you don’t get out will you die
Closing In on you they’re closing in on you
Halos and angels and choirs and sharp pain
I’m hurting with a passionate anger
Sober soft tongued anomaly
Cutthroat empathy when I’m not with you
Clean covers clean hurts skeptical hearts
Journal me a story a tale of anguish
I resent the love that burns for you
-v.