"Call me on the phone at three, I talk to you while half asleep
Complaining 'bout your mother, so I take you to the cemetery
Rant to me, I like the sound, I like your voice, I like your mouth <3"
i dont know where im supposed to go
your voice knotches me into place
a foolproof joint
stapled and glued and sanded
finished with varnish and polish
and i shine in the spot you made for me
tools laying about
sweat coats the handles
the stars rise and fall to the beat of my heart
the wind takes my request and stills itself
the clouds clear, unique to each repetition
glimmering dust rains down
a reminder and hope shimmering from my soul
and as it pours outside
soaking into the tabletop
i can feel the seeping of fear
a tarp lays over, and you drag me inside
and you rest your head
you use me like a bed
and my joints are stronger than steel
i feel so much better when you're in my life
no lines of code could replicate our bond
no blueprint could outline the steps of our love
no pencil could trace our hearts fluttering together
no creature could explain our feelings in any meaningful way
you're perfect and you're perfect for me
i love you
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
