I've always
adored the way
you smiled.The corner of
your lips crooked -
how you pursed
your lips together,so bravely,
so beautifully,and I
fear (and yearn)more than anything
that I will forget
the crooked corners
of your joyous lipsnow that
all is left of them
is the ever fading,
goddamned memoryof them oh-so
gently grazing
my begging,
pale skin.So that once again,
all I will ever feel
will be the evanescent air
and its lonely (safe)
overwhelmingness.I touch my
calloused fingertips
to the place
on my cheekWhere you'd
press your lips
against,and breathe,
"You are the
only oxygen
my lungs will
accept.As long as I live,
it'll be because
of you.You have purpose.
You have light.
You are essential."
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PoetryA collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan...