metamorphosis

ripped the stitches that held together with your

skin, all while crying out, this isn’t how i want to live. and

who knows nothing more miserable than walmart at 3am,

where all you can think is, i don’t want to end up like them. 

so you’ve waxed off every hair off your body, but still

it’s not enough, that’s why you took off your skin. the only thing

left of this moving on, is telling your lover it’s time to stop

seeing them: i want all of the memories but you can leave me.

quickly, wrap the fire around your being; ’cause if it’s true,

fire is human (it’s living and breathing) and perhaps it can be a

part of you; but all you know is the burning feeling of swimming

in bleach at 7pm after work’s done and you found misery the only

pay for the day. and for a person of no talents, you sure do know

how to start one-sided fights with a person who doesn’t even realize

you’re mad at them.

soon you’ll realize this was just you battling your demons in the 

intoxicating darkness of your mind; but until then, keep looking at him

as you’re trying to understand everything but seeing absolutely nothing;

you’ll end up more lost than you had been. because no matter how much

your metamorphosis- haunts you, crawls up your skin, chirps in your ear,

flys around your mind, bites your goosebumps, taunts you with goodbye

--no matter what it does, there’s no escaping growing up in a world

that hates you. but soon, you’ll grow to hate it to through the act of

pretending to love everything he put you through.