Stop being in Love with Yourself

Stop being in Love with Yourself

A Chapter by Attentive_Ambience

Subtly drift into my sight until I’m blind with nothing but the thought of you

As though looking between the colors of a rainbow and discovering there’s more

Much more than the human eye could ever behold.


Can you hear that I’ve been screaming your name over and over again in my mind and it echoes throughout the trillions of neurons that float through my body? Your name, floating through my body. Branding me in a way that cannot be undone. Etched into my very existence. When have you become my DNA?


 Can you expand on the imagery?


When have you wrapped yourself around my self-replicating chromosomes?


Can you expand on that?


When have you become my deoxyribonucleic acid?


This is too broad, could you expand on it?


When have you ingrained yourself into my soul?


Still too broad, and a little weak.


When have you paralleled my bodily existence, as though the ghost of you has aligned perfectly within me: When have your arms become a cage of luxury?


Maybe take this part out and start over.


I part with my pieces like parting with my heart


             Oh, wait.                    What’s that in your hand?                         

    My heart?



What a mess. 

© 2018 Attentive_Ambience

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Added on February 7, 2018
Last Updated on February 7, 2018
Tags: criticism, poetry, angst, modern