"Everything Burns"
I...
...We feel so distant
even though
you...
are sitting right there
not a few feet away,
I can see you,
hear you,
almost touch you.
My Tender skin
feels everything now
beyond
just the physical touch,
it's too much to endure
most days
to experience
the textures of emotion
in every moment
only to find sadness and anguish
sift through
to form your day.
I don't think I can do this anymore,
I wish we could have had
a more fulfilling role
in each other's lives
but alas
we only
now have
rooms
full of susurrous sounds,
whispering doubts
and crowns of thorns.
At some point
my skin
turned
so thin
it became diaphianous,
and so came the demons,
to claim
this silken sheer of skin,
translucent to anger and rage
so obvious to you
that it became your tool
to control all our interactions.
I became a puppet
at the end of your strings,
too scared to be vulnerable
in front of you,
Never meant to find anything
beyond what was meant
by anything you said.
All those seconds,
those minutes,
those hours,
never feeling freedom
beyond the notion
of what you allowed.
It's not that we feel distant
but more perhaps
that we just don't agree on anything any longer,
because how I feel now
is my tender skin
has been flayed and scarred.
I'll never be the same
and I'm trying to find
the courage to be alone and away,
but life is a tricky thing,
It's scary to live life as it were,
It's difficult to find the strength
because in the end,
it's simple...
when one realizes that,
Everything burns.
-Armando Torres
