Did you slip through again?
There you go, Love, between my bones and skin,
like smoke through my lungs,
where did you go now?
I remember you,
I have known you all this time,
in that place between my ribs,
inside every chamber
hiding in every ventricle,
did I let you slip through?
My fingers linger over that
sacred place made for you,
but I let him invade
and colonize,
and I must have forgotten
it was meant for you,
but I took it back and washed it out
and conquered every part,
for Me.
After all this time,
I've figured it out,
Love,
there isn't much to say,
nothing left to do,
it's just me
on this quiet day,
and I think,
I might just make room for you,
again.
Maybe when the season changes,
and the weather tugs at my skin,
the way cold bleeds into everything,
and maybe you'll sink in
sometime,
after that first rain in autumn
washes everything clean,
and the ecstasy of it will
remind me
what hope feels like,
I'll find you there,
having somehow slipped in.
And I won't need,
I won't want
anyone,
I'll save this place for just
me and you,
a part of me,
a lingering feeling,
we can be We,
Love,
and then maybe I'll finally
feel like I am all of me,
one human,
one person,
with you tucked into my chest
cavity,
in that vacancy,
because we don't need another to be
Happy,
or in love,
I want to be in love with me,
the way a human soul should be
with the flesh it inhabits,
won't you slip in again,
Love?
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Restless Things
Poetry"I didn't realize what damage heat can do To flesh so bare So I poured you out all over me Until I was undone And shaking But after the fire has gone All that's left is ash and wilted skin So now I know Better" -The Things You Left Behind (Poetry, P...
