YOU READ LIKE A LITANY | 18.07.2019
a corner of your mouth lifts,
and i watch as it falls again.
your hands grip your coffee cup tighter.
they look at you with questions,
crescent-eyed smiles, there is nothing you have to be afraid of
(not with us, it's okay)
but you just nod, and hide,
and now the flower in your bones
starts to stitch itself back into its bud.
how do i say this — you look like you give more than you take.
fingertips digging into earthy soil, planting seeds in someone else's gardens.
you look like you swallow a lot of your words.
i wonder what litany reads on the tip of your tongue,
down the passage of your throat,
all the way to where you stuff yourself into origami,
where you hang your syllables like dried handprints on old wallpaper.
i wonder if it's a dark place,
or if it's just been a while
since you've left the lights on.
you look at me,
and i think you know.
i think you want someone to know.
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A/N: say love, say thank you. then, say sorry. say you don't want time to move too fast. say you want them back. say everything you want to — one day words will fail us all, and in that time we will want nothing more than our previous silences to have been songs. i love you all; please take care. 💛
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TO BE LOVED / poetry
Poetryif you want to be loved - first you must find love within yourself; the rest follows. // a collection of scattered poems, drabbles & musings //
