Wisps of veins crawling nowhere

Aneurisms of broken stories left without a heroine

White-headed misdemeanors of forgetting

Crashing into smiles of relief

Because suddenly someone can seem so empty

Hands that can bring so much comfort and lonely warmth

Lonely because of the rarity of significance

Can also strangle hopes of another gasp.

Serenity, the state of deep breaths without thought

Whole unlike the fleeting glimpses of that dangerous euphoria so often proven fraudulent; if not then mistaken, then deeper than the words winds carried on scented, blossom-like vessels

Love for the people who bestow eternal smiles in their simple understanding of what we mean, what we hold in our creviced attempts of care

That love diamonds, diamonds in its inability to be dismantled.

What remains precious is not deceiving affection of a deep-ridden hate and disrespect

What remains precious is the root of someone who holds your hair when dramatized thoughts appear as concrete

Fallacies of situations I so desperately wanted to believe in

But they were all masked

Masked in their incapacity to feel and love and respect and be someone for you

Only there with twisted unconscious destruction

Impulses moribund with their treachery.

Slip on something new and walk away

Walk away knowing you’re not the towel they throw down in fits of unconceivable stupidity

You’re diamonding for you, and those smiles belonging to those closest.