Marshmellow (evangelion_100) wrote in bleeding_words,
Marshmellow
evangelion_100
bleeding_words

What Is Not Mine (Long Wait)

my poetic muse
has been
violently
awakened
but what cause?
what thing
pricked her
with a needle
in the heart
and opened
her mind;
split it
in two
letting the melodies
of diction
and syntax
escape
so that these
thoughts
came forth
and melted
onto this paper
to drip
onto my quivering and grateful
hands,

she dreams
and I breathe
with relief.

the cause
is irrelevant
so long as she
speaks
to me
I can dream,
I can speak
with a voice
that matters
to me,
even if not
to anybody
else

she is my blood
my life
my god
my breath
she sustains me
in a world
of thieves
and liars

and here I am
the greatest thief
of all
stealing the very essence
of life
from her
to selfishly keep my
sanity
(here in the dark night
surrounded by these
four walls
I rule this kleptocracy
of one)
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