foudre

I hate it when
my soul grow ten times too large
and wrap around my senses
I feel tight around my skin
and throw up a million emotions
from the core of my heart
like I have placed them in all the wrong places

There are two stars
shining bright in my eyes
yet there is always one
that will burn me to the dull
because I am stuck in a permanence

I hate it when
I control a million things
yet I cannot master
the direction
of my beating pulses

I try to hold onto mesmerizing
memories
yet I hate the way
I boil down to the bones
with
pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain

I am sorry
for ruining
the sky
and drawing in lightning.