I'm drawing breath,
Slowly invading my lungs,
I take this inside of me,
The way I took you in,
Carelessly,
Purposefully,
I string out this beating heart,
All of your dead memories,
Collect in it's gutters,
I rake them up,
And lay them out,
But they're empty to me now.
The sound is beautiful,
I know,
A melancholy vibration,
It's just pulsing through,
Like the echo your voice leaves,
In your empty chest,
But I remember you,
You're like the dry leaves,
Crumpled and bitter,
I pull you up,
And lay you out,
But you're empty to me now.
YOU ARE READING
Restless Things
Poesia"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...
