at 5 y/o,
i learnt that
no one belongs to anyone.
i tried to hug you in your
blue shirt;
i said i would call you mine
forever. but, you
still left
that little town we called
home.
when you left, you
looked back twice (no
more no less).
not hurting in
3,
2,
1.
i saw how
the
flowers fell into the facade of the forgotten
faces you once
called your own.
smile at the mess you’re in.
June 30, 2017
home hands hello’s wholeness
eternity earls
entities i’s
involvement cries commitment
candids desire dances
dwelling gods gold gowns
reality roots tomorrow’s
touches tone tear tongue
teen(spirit) sound souls
songs scent cigarettes scintillation
nights nobody knowing
wakings
us
good bye’s
June 29, 2017
biting back at your broken pieces were the
beings that sought to survive off of the sins that sustained your sanity so long ago;
words can speak of eternity but no word will ever embody the
time it claims in its sleep
June 27, 2017
i closed my eyes at the words unspoken because i know that if i open
them, i would never dare rest them again– back into the
depth of the cover you tried to feed into me.
so instead, i gazed deeper into the darkness of my eyes unopened,
comforted by the ignorance that i sought because not knowing
is the way to pretend that all knowing is good and all promises
are endless (like the late night texts that once came and overflowed like the water that is nearing the edge of the bathtub that i now surrounds me and
the remnants of the our summer from what seemed like a lifetime
ago). so baby, i will breathe from the space that we once shared in the
sacred sovereign source of all things safe in the sound security that i was told souls are supposed to seek.
do you see? do i
see?
June 26, 2017
don’t cut your hands on the broken
pieces of him.
people have to stop bleeding at some
point (or so i was
told).
maybe
you know nothing now, but
the knowing you had on high skies can never last forever; come
down sometimes.
walk on solid ground?
June 25, 2017
it was a shame
how
her brushstrokes weren’t enough to portray even
a fraction of your being
June 24, 2017
i thought that i
looked good on
you, so i held on for the
comfort of
aesthetics.
we were the most beautiful mess
i knew, but
maybe–
June 22, 2017
we liked to think we were fine, especially
when we forgot what being
fine meant.
i guess we are all best
at being the version of
ourselves that never
existed.
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