My heart bleeds because it still wants revenge, dripping slowly onto the linoleum floor. The end of the story didn't exist and low down, in the dripping abyss of my stomach, there is a deep rumble, like the menacing snarl of the hounds. Don't feed me any more acid or else you may know the pulsating tremors of the earthquake that I will cause. The fissure in the earth will open and down you will fall, blackening. And the steady drip of my heart will stop, the knob on revenge having been shut tightly off.
For once, I would like to stand before you naked and feel like you approve. Through the hurried motions we forget ourselves, who we are, what we look like- caught running for pleasure, blinded by that spark of light. I want to hold you pensively and let my hands caress your body. Let's put roughness and wild passion on the shelf and just lie here, knowing just how it feels to be together.
Walking by the ocean, and seeing its far out infinity makes me feel at peace. That limitless infinity with sand beneath my feet. Waves of air. It all comes together to let me know that everything is alright no matter what torment or chaos I may have created for myself. That rhythm of the waves becomes one that I internalize and one that I can always count on.