Thoughts on the same wavelength…

Paulina Perlwitz and Steph Kranes

I am sitting carelessly upon a warm booth.

Outside is insanely freezing

And every pace

Makes my skin shiver.

But it doesn’t really bother me.

Music is always whispering in my head when footsteps come unexpectedly.

Even when I sniffle…

But there is nothing like the sudden shoot

That comes so quick –

When I see you move in front of my face

And then all I know is the pulsating heart hop

That kills me very carefully

Every single time.

Love is tainted (like life is folded in sections)

Blindfolded over my judgement

[you work me over with words flowing]

into a lifetime of what I wanted.

I am..hmm…filled over the top

With the t.v. blaring

And beliefs frozen into themselves

AND sometimes in my head-

I repeat what I could tell myself.

I repeat what I wish you would say.

I’m a star glowing and falling

In my Own galaxy

Of velvet canopied bloody cards

In my brain.

Pieces of memory soar like

Electrical waves and when

Both songs play

There is a clash that rips

And an undying beat

That is echoing

Unstoppably

Uncontrollably

And when your eyes glitter

Their green tears my calmness down-

Like paintings torn off inborn walls

Built for withstanding

Hidden pain of sacrifice

The remorse of broken time

In all of this my blood surges through every vein when I see you through the foggy window.

And your look

Is like a bitter massage

But my head is pounding;

In every fleeting moment of utter skeptic,

I become more crazy,

And in every reminder of your scent,

I shudder faster than any winter stands still, but whips wind so fiercely.

When the strings harmonize

I look up and think your hands are lifting my chin

And that rush races smoothly

But it hurts so much.

And I’m so god damn crazy.

And you are more beautiful than anything I know.

Easy there, sister.

You slide down tracks

Of your own hell bound train

Easy sister.

You cross yourself: father son holy shit

And in your eyes I can feel

All the trembling moment you’ve spent

Letting him put dents and cracks in your ship

Easy sister

But not that easy to get off that train

He might be driving

But you’re the one steering

When your movements flee like frozen lapses of rapture, the music skips.

My headaches are heartaches.

Your presence is a grenade

My thoughts are giving me a migraine

Your voice is a funny trap

My concentration always breaks.

I watch you think in motion

I listen as you speak

But your exhale sings

In all my tangible recollections

You stand in my teardrops and when I breathe

They drip slowly as your mind slides down my face

I wish you could sit inside my thoughts for just a little while

And taste me crying

I wish you could know how I stand in fire

But I can’t say a single thing