lover is a day

the waves are high out here

you won't tell me but i know
it is the curse upon my mother's lineage
the sweet words you don't speak to me
it is the corrosive citrus that chews away at your fingernails
and never once told you it loved you before you went to sleep

when i was a child my father would pull me out so far into the ocean
that the waves were everlasting pulses of a god we both knew

the water
an image of the bleak skies ahead of us
the water
thick as the cream at the bottom of a milk carton
and him
the magician's smile before the vanishing act

i thought once that the evanescent silver in his eyes was not fleeting

oh
how we worship the light of other people's facades
oh
how i wanted to be more than collapsing flesh upon bone

i
his only girl
i
his obligated sweetheart

chica, i'm sorry, please go back to bed
dad, i'm sorry, your quiet is deafening and i am sick of trying

this apartment is drowning
why did you let go of my hand?

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i'm trying to write less about love/infatuation but that just ends with being weirdly personal and kinda crappy idk man

but seriously colleencosette made a beautiful 'spring is for lovers and i am alone' kinda inspired poem and my heart is so full! go read and support! love her!