disappear
i fell into a wishing well
at least that's the way i like to tell
the story of the fierce one
where you decide if he was the weird one
the drop was the easy part
for the bones were broken from the start
he looked down at the sky
for the fallen ones who follow their heart
the fierce one likes to drown
in the deepest part of the ocean
breathing just fine
through the cuts on the skin
acting like makeshift gills
the well, well the lake, well the ocean
what's a waterbody to a body that drowns?
he thought he was summoned from the ground
but no the pull, the catch and call
the fierce one forced her will on him all alone
every inhale feels like
a punctured effort to fill in the gaps
of the weird one's existence
deflating at the sight of his doing
how do you patch up
the disappointing tethers of his jaded heart
what bleeds in the deep trenches
reminder of the collision
the bubbling energy of fusion
quiet places have the loudest echoes.
its scary how they survive everyday
broken dreams and terrors slipping away
foaming on the skin
the salt burns its way in their chest
the polyp of passions
the symbiosis of soul scratching and searching
in midst of skeletal crusts
that will breed the future stains.
the weird one and the fierce one
both like to dream on
that one day
destiny might make one fall
for the other one.