04.03.22
00:08
i'll dig up the fossil of your hands / become the archaeologist to map you out and bring you back to life because you were the only shred of warmth i've ever been able to hold onto / before you crumbled in my hands // and i will not be denied again / i will not let the memory of you; us; diminish. i'll search for traces of crimson on the cave walls / you've passed through and pray to god that they're traces of you/ i will not tell anybody when i find you / because nobody else deserves to know that it's you/ and it has always been you / in my chest/ in my head / in my veins //do you understand? i'll break the telephone wire/ before you can dial my number / because i trust that your willingness to call to me / will speak beyond a crackled phone line / and i know that if i scream loud enough / into the black void of my chest/ you will appear like the sun behind the clouds / and you will find your way / back to me. you understand this, don't you? i trust that this is reaching even the coldest parts of you / the bounds of your restless mind // because i know you think of me; though buried and beatifically blue / i know your mouth still twists / in muscle memory / of me and you.
YOU ARE READING
words don't come that easy.
PoetryI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
