citrus.

the world turned orange, and the birds

sang kiri-kiri

my left hand wanted to be free of what it was holding

so i ran on to purple

till my stomach became a poisonous lining, and my body

shook till i burst into flame

the color orange took on my

skin

cafe a la no one.

in this shell of unknown faces, i

comfortably sit. aware of my

flaws. those on my face,

those in my

behaviors, and those in my

person.

unimpressed pillars hold up this ceiling

planks and beams hold up the

floor

my memory, it is sore

inner glow is yours to take,

yours to embrace

and these bones of mine?

they support

this frame of a person, waiting

for more

the jewels sink, heavy with expectation.

you dreamt my hair was on fire

why is that everyone's skin i brush become dagger-like particles on a spider's leg?

all i want is for us to be happy, and to be enough

my heart that drops at the thought of you, my voice that soars at the sight

... the sight of the idea of you

sighing, i wait

i dont meant to bother

please lift up my reasons for sinking

capsized, i will wait

as the bolts burst and the sirens scream

till water turns black, and my soul with it

till you wake from this jilted day

my world rests on the balance of togetherness

restrained wails are not enough

i take refuge in a triad's completion, and rhythms unfailing

reaching, my hand grows pale

as the deep overcomes

and i am an artifact

drifting in the ocean