ambiance

you like the messes

the passionate streams of color

black and blue

red

you like the moans

the cries of uncertainty

the pain of awareness

the sting of rejection

you like the nightmares

the heart pounding alarm clock

with a stark thoughtless conscience

because

you like the girls

who are swirling in there cauldrons

seducing there auras

and whispering there demons

who you loved

who i am

are merging

and leaving

i had a dream

i was fighting your ex

and we were spinning in circles strangling each others neck

until tears were rolling down our lifeless cheeks

and we collapsed in a bursting release of realization

to let go of the memories that were attached to us

we watching them swirl up into the storm

being sucked into the sky at such a high velocity

that lightening struck down penetrating the earth with our “sins”

as if to put them to rest

with magnetism

and strength

she gasped and looked into my eyes whispering

“i know what you mean”