you can wrap a corpse in ribbon, dear, but it will never look so lovely as the living
skeletal hands were not meant for warmth and sun
maybe that's why i've always liked the winter better
|so you think you can love me and leave me to die?|
by the morning won't existyour ghost still lingers in the corners of my roomby the morning won't exist by singagainsoon
with the promise that you'd be back soon.
your scent stays on my pillows, cigarette smoke on my sheets.
you hover over the park bench
where we sat to escape all the rain,
and your laughter is stuck under the awning where you took my breath away.
the docks still ring with our voices
and the rocks we skipped across the water while we talked of tomorrow
and every day afterward --
our futures were bright, then.
you are still in my kitchen and seated in my armchair,
your shoes sitting near the door and your cigarettes on the dining room table near the empty flower vase. every streetlight still shines on hesitant, clumsy kisses and
i don't think i want to
church streetmaybe it was the smoke or the rain or the way our skeletons intertwined to keep out the coldchurch street by singagainsoon
but it was then that i realized no matter where we go or what we do i will always have some sort of nebulous, ever-expanding love for you and the way the rain hit your glasses and your calloused hands in mine and the way your laughter echoed through the empty park in the dead of night (who cares if we wake up the lady across the street?)
and we look at each other like we're about to kiss but we (somehow) never do, always just teetering on the edge of "almost" and every whispered declaration of affection hanging from our lips in the form of "be careful" and "see you later" and "you'll catch a cold"
we are just waiting to happen, two tiny, finite little plants with such an infinitesimal existence too short to see the world but
will we try
this time next year we'll be in californiashaking fingers never did anyone any goodthis time next year we'll be in california by singagainsoon
it's so hard to light a cigarette in the rain he says
i can hear the static in the background
and the cars splashing in puddles by the sidewalk
id give him my umbrella through the phone
if only i could shrink myself into the tiniest particles
and travel through that invisible dimension across imaginary phone lines
so we could share a jacket
and inhale the same smoke,
exchange comfortable silence and stained smiles
and the trembling, sweaty hands characteristic of (metaphorically) first love
1:33 amto the angry young1:33 am by solis-ortus
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
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