The aesthetics of a broken world

The weight
The weight of something undefined
Thoughts
Words
Screams,
or gasps
pressing down
pushing out
beyond my skin
salt that burns my every touch
burns
scorches
and forgives
leaving behind a scar way too deep
to be able to hate it
i know now
that pain is a sound
a note that rings invisible
to all but you
a sound that comes
with built up scenes
and destroyed dreams
that stubbornly pull out
of the remains
of a once perfect score
i know now
that you can smile in fear
and my every fist and anger cringes into
wanting
to turn that into a
contented silence
that gazes away
the drops of sweat merge into a sheet of hot curtains to hide behind
and the breathing of the bass
contorts my gasps
i know now
how to implode
without making a mess
or bearing any hope of
something different
and how to wait for it
like rain
Inevitably Breathless
as your absence
talking in a tone similar
to agony
screams at me
whispers

"You can't breathe.....
until you cry "