how do you always know
there is love
or lack thereof
fingers running
through ebony
skin hair charity
please don’t take this personally
when we sip
on happiness
in liquid form
i feel such
an internal storm
watch clouds billow
into endless white
you do away
with my eternal night
will you wait
in freestyle voice
until you win a consistent straight?
or is that too long
in minutes
of forever song?
for the runaway girl
crutches sewed
with silken pearl
to see her reluctant flower
unfurl.
even in rainbow
neon lights
you are steady
dark and bright
in boxy room
of shoes abound
all i see really
are stars surround
galaxies expanse less
long locks flowing
in celestial dress
a glass half empty
or perhaps half full
never once did you
take me for a common fool.
a man awake
loathe to water
despite the water
soaking his limbs
haunted by ashes
falling in rain
to permeate his pores
and drip from heavy lashes
overwhelming ocean
of crashing emotions
the runaway girl
witnesses all
in slow motion
flames consuming
the steadfast scorpion
anchored in
loose water chains
when you breathe
on fiery coals
you only leave
a charred empty soul
a man of no water
heat searing a hole
ever searching
to sins atone
maybe all he needs
is just an umbrella
to cover the scars
safe in stars and
all he needs
is the moon to hold
so he can touch angels
in the frosty cold
for water freezes
to burning ice
and he just needs
someone to see
his bloody sacrifice
even if it’s just
one runaway girl
hanging to the world
for its morbid price
because no money
would matter
truly no fee would suffice
to save this man
drowning in
happiness in
liquid and
all its shapeshift forms
“i am so scared
i don’t recognize me,”
she says
in their tumultuous
sea,
and all he can do
is hold her
“i love you
you’re so special
you are the world
…to me.”
Ellamental Thoughts 