coalesce

march 23, 2019- there are parts of me that poetry cannot contain. flawed, wounded fractions of my being that no amount of rhymes can describe enough to give it justice. parts of me that have seen the bitter, melancholic nights made not to be seen at all. the same nights nights where everything i touch turns to hurt and each time i blink another crack makes it onto my heart. still, there are parts of me that poetry cannot contain. fragments of my existence veiled in roses and paint strokes. i hols a certain magnificence that no amount of pretty words gathered from secret corners and dainty boxes will suffice to turn it into prose. i have fallen from the heavens, both gifted and cursed, to have possessed memories of instances that never occurred.cadences perch themselves above the halos eminently wrung around my neck. i am an ardent lover yet only a flicker of passion can set me ablaze. when a hint of luminescence meets my dilated pupils, only then will i know how ardor looks in its purest form. all of these elements that reside within the rooms of my rib cage coalesce to form me. i am a daydream, and i cannot be contained in poetry.