Surviving Adoration

You blink the lights of my imagination
on and off again in the attic of my mind
increasingly eccentric.
What place is there for you and I?
We meet on rotten earth where the ground is unstable
You never stay for long when sinking is inevitable
It's not a question of if, only when.
So what does this change?
We will meet either way
touch
and want


and hurt 
until the ground gives way beneath us

helplessness or ambivalence

And who will be left standing
at the end of the world

Are we even deserving of survival?

your sister has a friend whos names the same as mine

god
you're so fucking brilliant
in the truest sense of the word
like you shine
and glitter
and sparkle
It's the better part of the day that I spend thinking about that
about you.
in wakefulness and sleep
and on my way to both
you're the stain of light behind my sandpaper eyelids
like I've been looking at you for so long
that now you're always there
burnt into me
my most internal layer of skin
or because I want nothing more than to look at you all the time
now my eyes just make you for me.
I could never possibly be close enough
I want to press hard and sweat against you
like your lover or
your twin
I want to taste you in my mouth
I want to fuck you
and be the one that gets to love you.