My eyes glaze over, wind chiming,
Feet stepping over my oblivion,
My soul-eating glare binges on their perfection.
Don’t be me. Let me be you.
For a day, to have the folds sweep me off my path,
Or the languishing sighs of reflections steal my breath,
Or my body melting away with the worries-
I’d give you everything.
In fact, take it from me-
I do not need myself.
I need to hold your image in my mind,
See the better parts of you,
And tape them to my skin.
I need to sew your smile to my face,
That Spring to my feet,
And that veil to my brain.
I long to be able to walk without you,
The crutches of my heart collapsing with my splintered spine,
Because I can’t live with myself if you’re living with me too.
There is a simple solution.
Let me be you.
Let me be anything but me.