stretched like the very dough that your favorite pizza toppings lay upon
eye, too, have been pulled.
my skin is not dough.
eye am not a personal pan.
delectably designed at your very command,
that stretch ached me.
& eye am no elastic.
my mind is fantastic with thoughts that length beyond gripping torso.
eye grow bold for more to know than what hands hold.
money goals the glow up but,
eye just wanted to show up.
eye always show up.
…..like you knew eye would.
maybe you were high from such elasticity of stretched seconds.
you allowed me to show up every time to your hunch and punch to the chest.
have you ever been out of breath?
hanging on the cliff of falling,
…eye was on the leading edge of a thought that was never escaped
eye met a fate, that mistaken me not for a facade.
my god felt me fall into his hand,
eye still try to figure out why, what, and who but my skin has been attempted stiff waiting to know how and when…
but then again,
why the fuck am eye even stuck?
eye forgot that eye am not elastic.
eye am conceived of calcified bones
my heart and soul is.
that my friend is an abuse of the willing heart
you can not spell art without the gap and eye almost forgot what art was, fucking around with elastic.
sometimes it is best to keep things where they are.
far.strange. and apart.