Claimer: um. My experience. My poem. Mine ^_^
Can't remember when I wrote it…but it's been sitting in my computer for a while…so, say, July?
Are you all right? He says to me
Tender and infinite in soothing
Could he ever realize
The images that swim
In blue fragment dreams
Through my mental corridors?
And it is your name I whisper
When I lie here
Shattered on the floor
Because the celluloid has given way
And I feel so naked beneath my brittle bones
Everything's in angles
I never knew that I could be
A pinch could set me bleeding
But all I can remember
Are the eyes that watch
Mean laughter and a picture on my wall
But temptation is so delicious.
It was always cruel.
You don't look too good, he whispers
More worried, touching in places deep
I push away
He's not allowed to know
My secret stays
With me and I murmur
It into the mirror every time
I remember those celluloid dreams
The sweat is
Sliding off my skin like
The lover I never touched
Because it grants me the power
Of mirror images and
Warm summer night
Intoxicating magic, but I shiver
Never warm beneath the ice
And I wrap in blankets
You used to be so beautiful, he utters
And the mirror
No, I don't believe I'll say anything. Only that this was a personal experience.
I'm actually kind of curious; if you think you know what it is I'm talking about, please comment or something and tell me what you think it is. And I'll let you know if you're right ^_^.