IF YOU EXIST I EXIST

Under the red spot

light

I ask myself how myself 

is feeling tonight?

Though I melt into the 

shapes of sinking holes

that  spill through and I disconnect

the thoughts that 

you thought held you 

together.

 

You let yourself fall open, split don

the middle to evenly 

dispense what you 

believed to be you

I step back and watch

you unravel 

I lean against the 

wall and stare 

onto you

 

the gaze locks in 

on you

onto me.

 

Who am I even looking

at?

This created recreation

of something I think I 

once had?

 

But when do we really 

realize we have, nothing?

 

The experimental 

familiarity of 

having nothing

 

Uprooted and unsure

where I even belong.

 

I switch over to first person.

 

I realize I have nothing.

 

Nothing can be done that isn't done

 

We who think 

otherwise, just 

don't realize

it's already been done

 

We just haven't figured

it out yet

 

And with that

indulgent profession of a new thing

you think you 

discovered.

 

It knows- 

its already been done.

 

The action of doing makes

my brain feel wounded

 

but how can you gain a wound from a 

battle you are not even in?

 

The explosion that 

ignites when we

will meet

is one

unforgivingly 

unavoidable 

 

let us recognize 

the good in one another

and find passion on 

undeniable form

 

that bursting starting

point.

 

If I exist

you exist

if I exist

you exist 

if I exist 

you exist

 

 

There is a while 

no, there are 

uncountable amounts

of lives happening 

all at once

as 

I write to you

 

You could have walked 

by me and not even 

been present enough

to feel me

 

lets promise ourselves

never to ignore 

one another again

 

don't fight me.