the things you say

your love as meticulous as a rubik’s cube
an entangled moment of honey and dew
yet your words like janus
hard to the touch
you don’t realise that the words you say have power
i don’t push nor do i pull
you imitate my demeanour like a marionette
you encapsulate the secrets of the universe through the eyes of the begotten
yet those secrets somehow embark into more secrets
i feel like a sailor on a wave to the dead sea
trying to find and understand the treasures you wish to guarantee
yet i’m poison, i’m jagged edges, cold to the touch
a dead man walking
i mean i’ve already been marked!
so i don’t understand
when you say you love me and imprint those type of words onto me
so what do you love exactly?
because the x marks the treasure
but that treasure doesn’t seem to be me
i’m marked but not to that degree
i’m someone who’s confusing and hard to understand
i’m a “cellmate” not a soulmate
which is something i didn’t plan
you make me feel bad.
but u also made me feel seen.
so tell me what is it you love about me.
if i’m just a drunkard father sitting on the sofa of a fairytale dream.