mouse's art

poetry mainly

wow what a big void

the shape of you grows bigger

somehow but smaller

in the sense that my heart's overtaken

but my life is not

i count the seconds in a day

that drift me away from you

with the void buzzing a tune

that i wish i could turn off

there's not lots left anymore

so i stay in my bed

to watch the last couple pieces of us fall apart

holding my own hand back

from picking them up and handing them to you

you dont need me to clean your mess anymore

and i dont need you to clean mine

i watch your branches break

and stare at the ceiling with your voice

saying goodbye over and over

teaching me to say it back

present tense

the present tense gnaws a hole into my head

with spinning strands of thought

creating whirlwinds to the right

you watch me float and fly and crash and bleed

and pick apart the way i love you

till my soul is bare and your ego is fed

while my heart continues to beat like a clock

every tick marching me back into reality

oh my

time

time keeps

time keeps moving

the void's gotten bigger

the world ripped in half

turning inside out

i mean to move 7.3.25

i scrape the sound out of my brain

with a buzz eating away at the waste

i stay in my broken room

i mean to move

i watch the broken lights

i wake up falling off the bed

i wake up fighting to stay on

i don't wake up at all

i keep trying to sleep

and nothing is happening

i keep trying to scrape the sound out

it keeps coming back louder

i stay on the bed

the chair lays broken in front of me

i mean to move