[▶] for safekeeping.

words like running water

I'm sorry that I want to hear your words like jasper wine
like kingdom longing far behind
I pray and tell and scrape my claws
and I cling to flimsy well worn laws

maybe it's not the best of worlds
of two I built, three I hurled
into the abyss, far away
from all that I'd ever led astray.

black opal, onyx, amethyst, a breeze
I faintly squeeze
your hand in mine
a trickling feeling, like broken wine
slipping, falling down the side of a empty well I never wished
to quell.

I lost the one thing I longed to hold
from there and behold, I swept and swayed
I looked everywhere in bent-up frays
I combed the desk for an eyelash
anything to tell me
things weren't so bad.

harsh, isn't it?
like well-worn sickle seed
bled into autumn lead
I crave the sweetness of summer yet it
leaves me behind I
never held that pollen in my hands
that flower, decorative and wild
nothing to ever hold again.

and they say a writer's heart is so frail
if only I could live to tell a tale
of someone less than broken, more than lived
a fool of dreams, a weathered sin

I think I held you too close, and maybe that's why
I lose everyone I've ever loved
to the sin of wanting, holding so dear
a love that was always far and never near.