the-joker-93

my nails scrap across the back of your neck. i’m struggling to take my last breaths. my head collides with the mirror; it’s like the one that i used to look into when i tried to convince myself i was good enough for you. i can see my petrified reflection in the pieces that scatter across this abandoned house. no one can hear my muffled screams. you lean down and whisper things into my ear “this is the way it has to end. just know, i’ve always loved you.” my eyes widen at the sight of my own blood smeared across these walls. i give in to the fear. my golden curls are crushed by your unbearable weight.

these secrets are seeping across the desert floor. they drench the dry earth with the words i wanted to say out loud but didn’t. i just can never quench your thirst. here is where the keepers stow the secrets. they keep them locked beneath a million miles of a spider’s web. they will never tell you my words that so desperately need to be said. I NEEDED TO TELL YOU. but instead you left me gasping for air at the surface. censoring my words. and as those secrets seep beneath the golden gate my heart aches for them to reach you. so you know how i’m hurting. so you understand. but instead i stand by those golden gate

words of hate sting my back like whips. and as my blood spills on this soft cotton, the color is as red as yours. with a shady past of hurt and pain, and years of blood and tears, we’ve turned pain into love. we changed. for the better, we changed. and now, sitting in that infamous office is change. like a hurricane crashing on the coast everything will change. a change we need, a change we beg for. my dreams of true happiness and equality have slipped into reality. a reality that embraces even the loveliest of colors. for today, a yellow man embraces a purple, and we become one.

i can see it when you open your mouth and words BEG TO SPILL FROM YOUR TONGUE. like beetles. beetles. “can we leave here, go somewhere quiet?” aren’t we all begging to be heard? i never want to listen. but really, it’s what you won’t say. and i’m still waiting. “i’ll take two, straight up.” please, somewhere quiet. and yet, here we stand. and as my demons reach the surface i teach you a little lesson, in reality. “take your number and wait.” here, here’s my number! when really you were waiting in the wrong line the entire time. where do we go from here? w