Inhale, so you can read my thoughts

I combine imaginary personalities

and collage together features

to make you up

 

the pretend swallows as difficult as the real

 

I collect lies (like others collect flowers in a basket)

emasculated marching paper soldiers

chained at wrist and ankle in combat boots and shiny buttons

new

but tattered at the edges

because I had cut them with green safety scissors

instead of the red and left a mark

(I refuse to conform)

- you

 

I created you

(with your perfect laughter and sly nod of comfort and -)

to hurt me

 

so I could try nailing tears to a door and capture pockets of what’s fleeting

the fleeting doesn’t stick

into sock draws

pin-point, reference, label and fold

or colour-code like my journal

for when the real comes a-knocking.

 

I filled a glass full of sensibilities and followed it to the end

before I realised it was overflowing

with neuroses

 

I(you) tried to tear apart you(mine)r features and write you(us) into other personalities or stories because

 

I made you up, but you handcuffed me to my own masterwork.

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~ by Riverra on July 7, 2011.