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    Alone

    I spoke to my Alone

    It said

    That I would find sanctuary

    In a shared bed

     

    That a chorus of strangers

    Would call me back to myself

     

    That freedom meant

    Never sitting still again

     

    Meant only the bending of limbs

    The sharing of sweat

    The sex

    And the leaving afterwards

     

    Because what else would lonely call a bedroom door

    If not an escape route

    If not a promise of leaving its weight in someone else’s skin

    I have been trying to escape my alone

    And still hear it grinning in my ear

     

    Calling my hand to theirs

    Saying if you break your body enough

    In the presence of a person that won’t fix it

    Soon you’ll be a ghost

    A shadow of smoke

    A nothing

    And feel nothing

    Not even alone

     

    So I listen

    Crawl into another person

    Let a part of me go

    Call this

    A freedom

    Call me a phantom

    Leave

    Before I am told to

     

    My alone so sadistic

    It watch me bury myself

    My alone so romantic

    It let me do it with the lights off

    My alone so alone

    It forgot what free look like

    Renamed it prison

    Of tired feet

    And breathless mouth

    And spineless hero

     

    My alone so lonely

    It hung itself in this cell

    With everyone watching

    Left a smell of haunting

    Left a hand out

    Calling me

    To it

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