Aquarius

I turn to stone when you touch me,
Still, it’s not my truth,
I just don’t want you to see
That I’m soft and mushy…
How I’m always so blue,
That the night competes with me
Even more than you do.
I’m sorry if I seem heartless,
The way I run to hide,
Because I promise I’m not
Callous…
I just feel as though I’ve died.
Some say it’s cold hearted,
I say that’s another lie.
You see,
I just have the type of heart
That is safer kept inside.

a.l.c

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Fragmented Self

I sit with poisonous premises,
Promises becoming pestiferous.
Letting demons drown in darkness,
Dissolution divides differentia,
Breaking whole into broken.
At my feet I am scattered segments,
Slicing sinlessness with slander.
My subtle skin seeming a lie,
I count myself as one,
A thousand splits.

a.l.c