empty static

Night time
End of time
Suns die
Sons cry
Watch as the Angels weep
Islands in arms
Eyes of stone
Eyes that lie
Faces of lead

The broken soldier carried his burdens across the desert
The snakes rattle death songs
Thoughts refract to a time he misses.
Adolescent smell, leaf fire
Nostalgia to a better bitter time

Less now.
Senses fade
Darkness leads to empty static

White noise-

What they didn’t tell you is that hollow girls love hollow things

Empty, empty, empty

Empty promises, empty drinks, empty chests

It was one a.m. on a Friday night

Phone wires stretched to the point of snapping

“My heart does not break”

There’s something painfully beautiful in being there but not really there

Something sadistically wonderful in not consuming

In defying the human tendency to crave and carve their hearts out

She does not carve her heart out

“Love is a one night stand”

In her nonexistent existence she learned to paint faux realities

And this was her masterpiece

“I go on, shit don’t scare me”

And it was then and there that I realized

That you do not simply tell someone that you were once among the tangled heap of bodies getting drunk in ecstasy

How do you carve your heart out when you are not sure if it’s even there

“My heart does not break”

Empty, empty, empty

Hollow girls and hollow lies

Broken bones and patched up lives

But before the empty static greeted us both

She whispered

“Hold me tight please”

“And don’t let go through the night”

imagine this:
a girl in an empty room with static on the television. a girl in an empty room with bangs that trail down her face. a girl alone. a girl in love. a girl that is not the same as the first four girls. a girl kissing another girl.  a girl in an empty room who wishes she was kissing another girl. a girl who cut her bangs off with the knife under her pillowcase. a girl in an empty room with paper thin wrists and razor sharp walls. a girl who loves the first girl. a girl who loves none. a girl in an empty room with the television turned off.

imagine this:
a boy in a high school locker with his nails painted blue. a boy in a high school locker with his hands curled into fists. a boy on edge. a boy afraid. a boy that is not a boy. a boy in a high school locker that loves another boy and is afraid. a boy in a high school locker with his nails painted red. a boy who loves a boy who loves a boy who loves a girl. a boy in a high school locker who loves a girl in an empty room. a boy in a high school locker who stepped in of his own accord.

imagine this:
a boy and a girl in an open field with flowers in their hair. a boy and a girl in an open field who so clearly love each other. a boy and a girl who love each other. a boy and a girl who love each other. a boy and a girl in an open field who might not love each other. a boy and a girl in an empty room. a boy in a girl with their nails painted red. a boy and a girl. a boy and a girl. a boy and a girl and a broken record. a boy and a girl and something that can not be named. a boy and a boy and a girl and a girl. a boy and a girl in an open field who do not love each other.