we are we

your blood is mine;
stale and cool.
it courses through our broken veins,
rupturing one after another.
my heart is yours;
beating in your crimson hands,
leaking love out of its arteries.
we are one,
but one who sees and thinks
in a different spectrum.
our breathing is uneven,
but our chests match
as they rise in fall.
a silent sigh in unison,
followed by a gulp of contaminated air.
we are we,
and i cannot specify that enough.
to think oneself is better than their minds,
ignoring all the warning signs.
red flags pop up in my peripheral vision,
blurred out by conscious.
she wages wars on my gut,
and my heart is a silent plea.

alternative versions of me,
as far as the eye can see,
place their hands on the mirror,
and we are we.

i argue with myself,
borderline personality,
always on the verge
of crossing the line
and splitting my mind
from need and want.

these dimensions are like the sea,
as one world crashes another rises up
in the momentum. i see my world
falling apart,
decaying slowly,
slipping through my wrinkled fingers.

a dream of the future,
or a dream of the past?