longer.blue

#poetry Through your long-bludgeoned loved, I can see through your everclear guise. I understand your opaque, painful seizure, Yet I refuse your so distant reality still. Blood still pools in my crushed dreams. I now wince at all the unfond sounds of the world. I will forever fear the hideous sight you claimed to see in me, But your grip can't hold me any longer. Until theres someday no vague, animating essence in my aching lungs.