these carpets of emotions weave their tangled hold over my thoughts
and you pluck at random strings to warp their beautiful design and leave me
ugly,
knargled,
in knots nobody wishes to untangle

catapults of fire writhe,
my body numb to the heat that radiates from within
a sick heat that distorts with rays of manipulation
and leaves my heart without a way to go

But here I am, and I can't remember
if there was a reason for me to feel this way
and how I once managed to be the person I once was,
what desires caused me to spend hours by the shore
weaving garlands of wild flowers for no one in particular,
and withuot a single sorrow that th-(I)-ey would belong to none

coral grows beneath the surface
in the mild waters of my heart
but when I see you these waters boil
and the bones of my soul are bleached white
But what can I say?

The furnace of my heart is turned on high
and I don't know how to turn it off-
this house is burning down around me
but nobody is at fault.

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