Between Blue Lines

Art III 5th Hour
swing swing me through this day, enough momentum to cure my pain, enough pain to numb my thoughts of me and you and him and yesterday and the day before
until im gone, my mind no more
melted onto the kitchen floor, left for someone maybe my mother or yours
all i know is i am slowly losing
pick up my pace before the devil does
help me to find my sure confidence, where i lost it, weeks ago, during summer after snow
behind your house, drowned in the pond, withered away in the sun, killed by the darkness of those stars
the ones we watched in each others arms, when you held me and i held you and we were new and clean
now smugged and frayed i have no fight
i just grow distant, back into my mind
sinking, suffocating, silently insane
swing swing me through another day, enough momentum to take me far away

Stars
we watch the stars as if they will move or tell us something we dont know and yearn for, something no one else can tell us, eagerly we gaze into the darkness for a time
me and you and the sky so blue, dark and silent, deep and wide
you hold me close and i wish to melt into your skin and become you for a while
for you to carry me with you
oh i wished upon the stars
upon the whole damn sky
i could stay with you

Monday
Its raining on a monday
similar to every other monday
it is as if the sky has heard my cry for help
watched my mistakes
and felt my pain
and cried for me
The rain is not as depressing as usual for these reasons
almost a relief, a cleansing
each drop a surrender
each surrender a piece of myself
and slowly i melt
into puddles on the side of the road
near the curb
across from my house
and from the window i watch all the parts of me
the parts that hurt the most
i watch them make their way to the corner
and then proceed to disappear
down the drain
gone forever
not a piece of me anymore

and now i am a shadow
a frame shaded in
hazy and unfocused
barely filled, barely existing
the sun returns and no one can see me
no one cares

nowhere
no one knows where i am or where i went
my body is nowhere but my past floats around in the air through the town
these people dont care enough about why i left
my parents have no idea and take my disappearance as a surprise
maybe i wasnt kidding
maybe i wasnt exaggerating
but they didnt listen
they only heard all the screaming
they didnt bother
the only saw all the tears
and now it is too late
i am nowhere