Be me

Hold on to me, let me share your soul.
Touch this skin as warm as a nightmare.
Cold as dawn.
Why can’t you just be me?
And feel these memories that rip inside.
Feel the daggers in the veins in such absence.
You could sense it all, if you were me.
The resentment in your heart that plunges into my lungs.
Squeezing the love out of my eyes.
Gasping for breath as you force us under icy water.
Why can’t you just be me?
Linger a moment on that thought.
Don’t travel through this pain like a ghost.
You could understand this knife in hand.
That slides across such beaten tracks.
And I, why I could lock out all feeling.
Lost in swirling ignorance of self-content.
If our bodies melted into each other’s crust.
Shifting the bones like tectonic plates.
I could walk away with lies in my eyes and a beautiful smile.
And you could loiter once more, on a ledge that threatens a fall.
Down to the empty cavern of a well mined heart.
Plundered of its shiny jewels of love.
If you could only be me, witness to such needless cruelty.
I’m sure the heavens would open once more.
And the future could feel soft like clouds.
Can’t you for once, be me?

7 thoughts on “Be me

  1. Mark, this is why I read your work and adore it so very much. It’s deep and beautiful and aching and unrelenting and tragic and wonderful and whole and real.
    “Why can’t you just be me?
And feel these memories that rip inside.“
    That sometimes dull, sometimes sharp ache. The question that could never be.
    “If our bodies melted into each other’s crust. Shifting the bones like tectonic plates. I could walk away with lies in my eyes and a beautiful smile.”
    Two worlds becoming one except.. it’s all really just lies, isn’t it?
    “And you could loiter once more, on a ledge that threatens a fall. Down to the empty cavern of a well mined heart. Plundered of its shiny jewels of love.”
    ahhh yes that well-mined heart hoping there are still more gems to be discovered.
    Awww my heart and soul!! My heart!! ~sigh~

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    • Tara, thank you. I was fearful for the repetition; but somehow it seemed to fit the piece. I was struck by the ‘freaky friday’ notion of emotions and feelings, to truly understand what someone was going through, An amazing dive, but one which might lead to a drowning of sorts. I’m hopping there are many hidden gems and no fools gold left. Maybe some coal waiting to be crushed into diamonds.
      I keep promising something less tragic or dire in my writing….i’m hoping to get an inspiration soon. Until then, the little cloud may linger a while longer. Thank you for always showing an interest and enjoying what i put out. You are a (fallen) star…which i’m enjoying by the by; and yet savoring

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