Elucidating Questions

Your love is not the killing kind

It’s not

Not in the least slightest most miniscule way is your love the killing kind

I’m sure she’s beautiful

Someone to stay near you

Now you’ve moved on and no one’s gone

You get everything

Never the one

Never the one

Always leaving

Always

But it’s not the killing kind

Never could a love that burns so beautiful blue and pure through and through

Could be any kind of killing kind

Not that it matters

Not that any of this matters

The moments I’m glad you’re happy are the most painful

Nothing could be more perfect

Sometimes I can feel the magic at my fingertips

The wind, rushing, as its tendrils feel the world

I feel it back

If I feel the tingling in my fingertips

I know it has me

For the rain I call the clouds

And for the clouds I call the wind

And if the path is right and strong

There will be some before long

Do you ever feel so lonely

So lost

So insignificant

So pointless

So far beyond what you wanted

So utterly destroyed inside

So empty

So desperate

So alone

So totally alone

That you just cry?

Even though you know

Crying never makes it better

The glass falls down your cheeks as you gasp for a grasp

Anything

For anything

But the tide never held the storm

One such life preserver

I hope you find that one such life preserver

I hope someone can take you

Or a picture of a cute animal

Or anything

I hope when you’re drowning

Like I am

That someone reaches out to you

The sky

Is red with its fire

As the sun casts dark shadows under the great pink and purple clouds

A calm night which could crack and throw the ocean into a storm

Now just sits as the sun waits as we turn in time

The clouds dyed red

The ocean dyed pink in their reflection if not for the darker

Deeper

Threads that cast through the open ocean

The darkness it promises should the clouds not hold up their fiery truce

As the ocean battles in silence against

Well, the ocean, sans salt, sans fish, sans life,

As it floats above the ocean, creating a darkness further away

But here it is just red

Just pink

Just purple

That is, until the first drop falls

And Pacifica throws her discomfort to the wind

And their ocean battles begin again

I don’t know why the shit always flies

It comes and goes like a shitty tide

Where one second it’s right and then it’s destroyed

How it comes up from nothing

A flash flood

And when there’s no air in the air and you feel like it’s at your throat

Drowning

Drowning

In shit

All I can do is sit by close

And know I’m drowning too, aren’t we all

So when the shit takes control and it’s just everywhere

Just everywhere

At the very least I can sit in it with you

When all we can do is wait

Until it pulls away again

And then wait its return