11/22/2015 0 Comments Thoughts About You IIYou're everywhere. You're the charming prince in the book I can't put down. You're the tug of the universe pulling me to the ground and you're the whisper of the sunrise lifting me back into myself. You're the sweet melody pouring into my ears and the salty sound of desire burning on my tongue. You're the question I've been asking the morning birds and you're the answer to a small girl holding back tears. You are everywhere. Everywhere but here. Suffocated, choked By words and fingers crawling around my body like Incessant ants lighting fires and putting out night lights Wrecking cars and teaching children How to spell "mayhem" before they learn "love" You are a student dressed in your Sunday best Only to abandon your inhibitions and Drop them on my bedroom floor I assume you'll call this morning To pick up the secrets you accidentally leaked out onto the sheets What you don't know is I've already done the laundry To be thorough I scrubbed my skin with bleach Leaving no evidence you ever visited Sometimes when I shower, I scrub my scalp so hard it bleeds I am trying to remember you and forget you at the same time Your kisses envelop me You write a love letter to me by Sucking on my skin Each time adding a word You wrote a whole paragraph on my lips When you reached my thighs, Your lips climbed a staircase of fading words, Never-received tattoos, And diary entries I thought I had hidden better You found memories between my legs You found something I had placed out in the open, Wrapped with a bow, trying To make my pain more presentable But that isn't love, that's the art of writing And I guess sometimes I think the two are the same When I run my fingers through your hair, I cannot help but remember his thick, bushy locks.
And I laugh and think of how feeling each strand of your hair, is a physical reminder of letting him go. Thinning out my life...to make room for more.
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