every may we let the revolutions permeate under our eyelids, every hinting of sunsets and moonsets. we'll collapse into each other until we've smashed into thousands of living puzzle pieces on the sand, lost in the world. when we're together we're never more alone, but i believe this is real.
i believe in the way my heart races, the pending solipsism pressing deep under my skin; all i've ever wanted was for you to be real. i'll be the gossamer of all your teenage dreams, i'll keep them in my stomach where they gestate into caterpillars, butterflies, youth.
you'll turn them out when you unzip me, and they'll never look back. they float, vines in the sea where we sleep. i love how they never look back, not once. their wings break you. i never knew i'd make your heart race for hours, fleshy and hollow inside the coffin of your chest. i'm not lovely.
you'll race inside for who we are, for these teenage dreams, for our minds. they misunderstand touch, the tunnels we channel to the past, when we were digging or rotting in the permanent ground. our instinct is to fall and rinse and repeat. touches. i don't feel real.
i'm waiting in my skin to wake up somewhere far away, where i'll be someone else; tonight is too flawless for the truth. but even lies hold truth when they simply decide to exist and ferment. you're such a solipsist, such a liar. such a believer. you'll always look back.
you'll leak and see my veins are only skin tight. you could try them on and be everything i've ever felt, every collective wish ever raced through my existence. pull down my walls. i love the way your hands try so hard to never break the surface, only my papery skin.
i'll pull you inside and we can run away, far, far away from anywhere we've ever been, pieces of one life. young for ever. you can't ever look back, not once at my butterflies or my veins. tear me apart and let it be enough. we'll dance in the dark, glowing outside of our skin forever; we can't sleep when we smell the dream in the air.
dance, dance, dance, skinless. just thought.
run, run, run. just you. just me. darling, i'll love you... my spine tingling teenage dream, meshed into my skin.