Tonight, I lay next to your ghost
and wait for your fingers to wrap
around mine.
Your eyes are made of stars, glinting
with a desperation I did
not yet understand
Because when we first met, I was lonely
and dying and you
were dying and filling yourself with drugs
You took me to the graveyard once and
handed me a sunflower
from a tombstone
Said 'You're going to die anyways baby
girl, so you might as well steal all the
pretty things you can
Cover your scars
because Normal will never fall in love with
a girl like that.'
We used to steal rose petals
and throw them across your living room
Got drunk off of cheap vodka and club soda
until we were full
Until all the blackness was gone
from inside us
I didn't know it then- you used
to leave me dizzy, alone
Ran into your room when your eyes
looked d i s t a n t
Pulled into your own Darkness-
and then you would come back, stuff
petals between your teeth and spit
them into the green ashtray
You were so beautiful, Love, but you
always smelled like you were
burning.
Smelled like a plastic container
was left too long in the microwave
until you would explode
Because this was the closest you
could get to dying with a child
in the other room.
I reached out for you, but your
skin was pulled tight against your bones-
you were ready to Disappear
and I wanted to come with you
But words poured from your mouth
about someone coming after you
Voices from upstairs
I thought you were crazy, because
upstairs was an old lady who always
kept to herself
It wasn't until tonight that I realized
You meant inside your head
Because, I have those voices, too, used
to talk me towards the edge.
Baby, I knew you hurt, but you had
your drugs and I had my razors
I hoped we could pull
each other through the tunnel
Find a light that was never
meant for lonely hearts and shackled
bones I couldn't breathe
in your walls
Lost sight of the light that guided
me towards you
because it wasn't the stars
It was a lighter and a thin, white pipe
and blonde hair and blue ocean eyes
I could drown in
I drowned in you when I was
supposed to save you.
I'm reaching for you again
listening to the buzzing, humming of the
music you loved and would sing
My Angel, dead or alive,
I hope you can feel my fingers
intertwine with yours.Je suis désolé.
YOU ARE READING
Transcendence
PoetryI never thought to know what Transcendent meant until I met you. And you, my love, are my favorite definition.