hold my hand for a second, please?
breathe with me
like you are me
let's merge in this moment
let's fuse like two peas in a pod.
let me brush your hair
let me work with the tangles
you look wild, princess

have you always looked this wild?

you look beat
I see a girl in your eyes

(is that me?)

I look like you

we both have eyes that are red
I look like a pin
so thin
but you look like you were fed

your nails have grown

your hair shines
like the dark skies

(did you steal my essence?)

my fingers are bony
but yours look healthy

I look so weak
I look so meek

my frown is a sickle moon
doleful and confused
hanging on my face
you put last noon

did you know we are one 'n the same?

but you look so different, you are no more than my reflection

you are real

I can touch you
squeeze you
embrace you

strangle you

all I do,

is sit on the fence
stare at your face
regret you

how could I let you rule me?

my broken heart revolves around your finger
my first love writhes at your feet
(does he weep like I weep?)
my shattered dreams curl your hair
my long dead passions color your cheeks

you look so otherworldly
you look like my jovial roommate

I can never strangle you

I am too good
too weak
too meek

frozen in time
frozen in place

I regret you

you look healthy with my lies
you look incredible
(for you wear my pain)

you have drained me

I am a nobody a nobody a nobody

you made me a nobody and you have become my somebody.

how can I pull the life out of you?

please shove them away,
hide them,
in this moment
when we hold hands
when we become one-
the damned and the powerful

you and I
I and you

Amalia

and

her past.

_______

©VioletEden

16thJuly2017

Artwork credits - Girl Of Two Worlds Crying Girl digital art by Robert Hill

p.s. as a side note, I would like to add that this was sort of an experiment. it could be factual or fictional- it depends on your perspective. I cannot add someone else's name and make it sound real now, can I?

p.p.s. also, I want to thank every reader for tolerating my "experiments" x)))

p.p.p.s. I am so sorry I take too much of time to catch up with your updates. forgive me for my schedule gets the best of me. I have the weekends (for now) and once I get used to my new routine, I will be keeping aside some of my time, solely for my beloved writers. thank you again!