Impulse

I

Uncontrollable thoughts,

twisted through dreams,

impossible to scrape

from the crevices

of a multilayered mind


poison overtaking

forsaken depths.

her brain, filled,

with thoughts of you


Constructed memories

Inescapable truths

 

She’d like to learn more, why you?

 

catalyze a tornado of thinking, and thinking some more;

the transcending need to know

based, I insist, on escaping this maddening mind.

I pray we meet and you meet me,

 

me.

 

II. 

Once upon a time,

there was a boy who hooked a girl

though he didn't know,

for she tried hard not to show

the feelings she was fighting;


denying that the way he played his hair

and wore his shoes like religion,

affected a premature connection

Founded on eye contact in dirty mirrors

and glances sideways in the cold


Starts, stops, rusted bolts, and dizzying jolts. A masterpiece of souls, 

found depths of disconnection, waiting to be mended

 

III..

Once upon a night, two paths crossed unintentioned

her fear filled hesitation, maintained a severance,

slowly eroding both sides

until gaping walls prayed to be melded


Bleeding longing, she wears

her desperation on a threadbare sleeve

---

please keep the stains

away from dry bones


Should souls depart wondering,

would they meet again?

to fix bonds that beg to be broken

figments of a bond she won't let go

 

IV.. .

Once upon a future,

disillusioned thoughts

crafted from star-crossed paths

and misconnected glances


an interconnection of souls.

bodies yet to touch, though

tension lies inescapable

within

without

the impulse-worn fabric of her mind

 

Marketing Student - Comfort-obsessed, plant-loving mess. Always trying. Continually coming to be.

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