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March 19, 2021

Joy Ride

Photo by Olya Kobruseva on Pexels.

Have you ever taken a walk

by the lakeside all alone?

If you’ve done that,

then we can talk…

Have you ever swallowed a pill

that tastes like your ego with no soul,

mixing colors you’ve never seen before?

If you’ve done that,

we can talk…

Have you ever dressed up for a murder,

left the room a wreck,

and went for the throat?

If you’ve done that,

we can talk…

Have you ever wondered about a life

floating with a new identity 

that’s clean of lies?

Tell me you haven’t thought that

or else you must be mine…

I sat by the shadows,

so you should know that

I’m only here for the shallows.

It’s not your fault

if you didn’t know.

It’s just that my ill mind—

it wouldn’t let go…

Those truthful failures—

They’re not a decoy.

They are bloody strikethroughs 

all over my dismantled bones.

How about you?

The person

who hides the darkest secrets

deep inside.

There is no denial.

If you’d like a try,

just repeat it once again,

but this time, cease the eyes.

Trust me.

It isn’t that hard

to rein it back.

You are just a human

buried with fears

in a name

that is well beyond 

all of your goals.

I am just a human

born with mixed senses

in a body that couldn’t

contain them all.

 

I venture so I can be at peace.

You can come along 

if you want me on my knees.

It’s only a temporary gist

of our long life ahead.

We are fine art and risks

when together and combining

our destinies.

The worst part is

when your skin is against mine

at the end of each dream.

You still have time 

for the next sail

with another captain,

another man,

another passage,

another story.

But, promise me: 

Please don’t unleash 

the side of you that I see.

Believe me,

you don’t want him

to haunt you

in your sleep…

I still have time 

to adjust my breath

for another goodbye, 

another ride,

another opening,

another perfect movie. 

I am cold, 

but I am fairly steady.

It is the way 

My life has taught me to be.

Unfortunately,

I don’t want another scraped draft—

Just because 

I lost someone fairly 

close to me.

Join me on this cruise, 

my dearest. 

There is no competition,

even if you lose.

Let’s celebrate,

and you’ll discover

a thing or two… 

It won’t be the last time 

that you see me 

in my immensely embedded wounds

that are consist of 

diazepam and lots of

lots of blues. 

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