scream to gleam

before i reveal the grapefruit something happened yesterday that i must say,

everyone seems to be made of paper machete

i don't know who's in charge of your face

but it's all so

fake so fake so fake

is it really that painful to sit in silence

that you have to converse in pliant violence?

holding the tissues of your head together,

i can see all your teeth screaming for an end

as your lips stretch them to stress

your eyes slanting like a stan of satan

wet crinkles at their edges veined to that god awful crackling

when writing poetry for scrutiny i stumble because i learned only beauty

so if the lines don't flow in comfort

don't mind me

yet there is a certain wonder to this dry humour as i walk in to find you all crying sorry i meant

laughing

is there something i don't know?

something i missed?

good god, what is so funny?

why are you so fucking

happy?

but i know, the reason for my discomfort is not your joy,

not your glee

the only culprit behind such a scheme can only be INCONSISTENCY

because i CAUGHT your face droop for a second

as it gives into gravity, we make eye contact, and you immediately resume to

scream no i meant gleam

laughing, laughing,

smiling

good god

smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling

you are paper machete,

forced to stretch by a thread

but paper's too thin i can see the tears between your means

as you turn around, to go back home, and recharge from having your face quite raided just GIVE IN YOU DONT HAVE TO SMILE TO BE CONTENT

YOU HAVE NOTHING TO PROVE, MY FRIEND

you are immortal,

you are only sleeping,

you are not dead.

you don't have to suffer because you suffer

to exist here i don't see a requirement

dancing in glee only veils that inner plea

so just suffer, so just suffer

the purity of pain,

your power is such that i cannot fathom in words or scribe in motion

look at me, look at my eyes,

and just stay still

nothing is going to happen

you will not combust

you don't have to smile

we're already both thinking the exact same thing

so let's cut to the chase, you, me, silence

it'll be so good.