Phantom

Metal, so pure, untouched.

Links — shallow and weak.

Torn off, too easy.

Ordinary, with depth. 

Surrounded by surfaces.

Resentment, madness, rage —

for refusing to rot.

Kindness, rationality, quiet —

for being myself.

I scream, you echo.

Finding answers in questions.

I'm no saint.

You're no villain.

I'm the layers you skim through.

I drown, you float.

Sweet with an aftertaste.

Gentle —

just never enough.

Always almost.

Never picked first.

How long can pain feel like home?

The electrons misfire.

Light flicker against my rib.

Logged as defective.

Sick of labels.

Obsessed, needy, wanting warmth.  

How to accept or reject?

Baggage worth it?

What do I know of warmth, though? 

I've been a ghost, stoic, and cold.

Only now the metal is melting.

Blood flows, not current.

Pace yourself.

Settle down.

Tired of bleeding too fast.

Still looking for water. 

Until the circuit breaks.