how to name this?
how to name that?
how to name you?
sometimes you appear to be matisse, strange and spunky and you scissor your disposition like thick coloured papers, you glue it together with obliviety and lance your thumb on the sharp forked world. sometimes you appear to be an atom sliding the timeline at your convenience, belonging to those helical strands i know nothing of. This time you appeared to be that playlist making me glitch into my crooked cold chain leash even as i whine. That time you were the sloppy delivery, complaining that you would slaughter their ebony of expectancy because no one got rid of you first ( or was it that nobody influenced you the right way?)
Other times, you're this ineffable emotion remixing that one medley of dissonance with a prison of variance. Yesterday, you were the calling, the algebraic letters of century margins, the fringe and spirals connecting betwixt hometown telephones. Today, you were here, cajoling the balance by praying the seen and betokening the unseen. Tomorrow, you're either gonna be duty looking for trouble or an anarchy thriving residence in a fissure, i can't choose. sometimes i know you and sometimes i don't, i can't tell you apart.
PS: ‘this’, ‘that’ and ‘you’ are at my discretion.
3 quick questions:
one, what's your most prized possession? meh, straight answer, pwease.
two, where did your poetry on tumblr go? and the dumb microblogs, too. ( not that i'm curious)
YOU ARE READING
letters to my ex
RomanceWhen nostalgia hits you hard, you begin telepathic communication with someone who has left you.
