Elucidating Questions

Let’s call it a nesting day

A pain on my arm

The echo of tomorrow

It’s my first

And I’m the first in my blood family to get one

I feel like I’m pouring history into my skin

Tattoos have such depths

And such shallows, but let’s ignore those for a moment

Maybe it’s fitting that the clouds are obscuring you tonight

I’m marrying you to my skin tomorrow

Finally

Enduring pain for beauty

Such a metaphor

I’m obscuring but not covering the lines I carved into my skin desperately digging for Death

Some will remain

That’s the point

You can’t erase it, I can’t, anyways

Time, well you insist you can

Maybe that’s why I’m putting you there

It’s muddled

So many colourful feelings

You are the promise I made when I signed the contract

Not even knowing I was signing my life away to me

If I could halt that pen

Just like him

Signed to a boy in the dark that was Death disguised

No, perhaps, not disguised

Perhaps it was clear to everyone except the writer

Do you stop your hand in horror of what you write?

What would it tell me?

The duck danced in the dark for the prince who chose the princess

How woefully apt

I don’t know what I am

I don’t know why the spirits speak through me

Why they want to

I don’t know why the future drips out in intertextual drops

Maybe I am a bad sign

It grows clearer

As I lose myself in this solitude

Maybe today I was supposed to rest

I feel worn out

Stretched

Like a rubber band that was pulled too tight for too long

And the plastic has hardened

Split in places

Do I bring this face to you?

Will you hold me now?

In my dreams I always show you the strongest face I have

And you crack through it

But if I was to show you weakness

Would you face me still?

I feel like anything other than my all is failure

Because even with my all I still fail

I have too many worries

I wish to lay them down at someone’s feet

Have them look at them like the unimportant things they are and tell me it’s all okay

But my worries tend to be important

And there are no feet to lay them at

I imagine a world where no one loses

That would have been nice

But he won

And though my heart

It wails at times

There is nothing we ever could have done

True love is special

And though it hurts me to see it

Because I will never know it first hand

It’s beautiful

And would be treasured

I beg for my bed

There’s not much left in today anyways

A day to disappear into the past

Gone forever

What is a happy ending?

That everything wrapped up neatly

No one goes without

Ending

Well, it’s not like I want it to end anyways I guess

What would a world where I don’t yearn for a happy ending look like?