Isak Boyd

Seething under a single ray of light.
Scraping the skin from my bones
and disemboweling my virtue
until gratitude is dissolving in the currents.
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let the wind rip the dying layers from your skin
let it fall
with the gravity you thought you knew
fall until you don't
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the heart
you can have it, its no longer mine
its been stained and slashed to oblivion
deformed beyond recognition.
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When will you let me dream again?
I ran from you
but you never left my side
Still haunting my thoughts
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Losing a love is losing each and every love

Within that moment, when the glass drops
and the crystal breaks
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They're all the same
They stalk you and fill you up
Until you're cold and wet
Or warm and dry
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I stand on the edge of the ocean
and call your name
My heart to yours

The distance evaporates with each inhale
and each exhale bring us closer
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The love never really goes away,
It just moves and transfers.
it's buried under manuscripts of heartache,
Gets forgotten under laundry lists
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I stand by you Grandfather
in solidarity.
200 years or maybe a minute
you've dug your roots in deep.
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Slipping under a concrete slab
Again
Unless you're heard and think to respond
It's left unresolved and cracking above our crust
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I seek and search
Under every rock and crevice
Digging until my nails are raw
'What are you looking for my child? '
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Disease has ravaged our leaves
The healthy green crumbling into
stale yellow then brown.
We hang onto each leaf and thorn
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moments are encased in moments
inside dreams and under the rocks
of our beauty. the unchanging,
unwavering stones that light up
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self induced on a purple veranda
gnawing at the unknown
pitiful sight
of a single isolated, island of a wound
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and live the way you dream,
Without rules.
Without time.
In Places you didn't know existed,
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Tragic as it was,
we watched you fall.
Drowned by a river of your youth.
I'll miss you,
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in my days of dreams, I watched you
slither towards me. Everything as it should.
We undressed in envy,
untether each button and let the madness run out.
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A cloudy residue hangs overhead.

Torrential rains pour down on us
from the kitchen to the bedroom.
Poetic silence rips shreds through the air.
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I'll be whoever they think I am.
Dancing through life's puppet
shows and mockery,
but the pain runs deeper
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