Behind Eyes That Hide Their Own Irises

words slow  
to a trickle  
from my empty,
tired head;  
fingers grip this pen  
like some kind of sense  
can be forced  
from it,  
but I know better  

címon, give me something  

spilling for therapy  
gets the best of me,  
makes you think †
you can know who I am,  
like you can decipher †
what Iím made of  
deeper, behind eyes †
that hide †
their own irises;  
trust me you wonít  
not unless I let you;  
these rough facets  
exposed on paper  
are only the intro  

does that make me just an act?  

Iím the whole †
of the ethos you can see,  
the cult of shame  
and of death  
to my pernicious nature,  
imbued with need  
a brand of greed  
for connection,  
my limbs intertwined  
skin to skin  
lying naked  
with the entirety †
of the cosmos  
hidden from you, †
crammed, slammed  
into five feet of broken -  
shattered like a glass,  
but Iím still trying †
to let you drink †
from me  

I hope I donít cut your lips  

Iím not sure  
if youíre composed †
of the stuff  
it takes  
to hold the whole  
of my messy existence;  
not with bands that are full †
but I can bleed  
without smearing  
your clean shirt,  
and I can share †
the parts of myself  
that donít hurt †
when exposed;  
people who will dismiss the gods  
still have the tendency  
to believe in their own †
always thinking †
they are saving me,  
protecting me from myself;  
but I made peace †
with who I am  
long ago;
my armor is iron-clad  

what does that even mean?  

and I know  
god, I really do know  
that itís you  
who needs saving;  
the empath goddess  
accidental mentalist  
highly sensitive personified,  
Iíll find the terms †
to put you at ease,  
itís what I do, †
have always done -  
Iíll discover the letters  
which cease to conjure  
mystical madness  
in your mind,  
the knowing is real,  
and itís all the same  
to me;  
so weíll do this dance,  
and Iíll be your ballerina;  
Iíll give you what you need  
and nothing more  
so we can all feel good  
about ourselves  
for having tried  

there, thatís better  
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