Distant patterns across
My face and your eyes start
Sewing their tough stains
With background tears.
You diluted my arms
With plastic but I wanted
Your freedom in me.
You won’t swallow the
Suddenly because the past
becomes
Your breath your air
your reason to love to hate
the cells of this white page.
Your last day with
Me will be our first;
The law in you revisits
Our freedom memoirs.
Salvation and purity blowing
Your eyes away with me
Growing your light
Inside of me.
Subdued by our malice
We pretended void all
While filling our empty
Hearts with this poem’s
Breaks; poetry for you
Because your soul is
Mine. Not me but mine.
