May 28, 2013 02:31
talking through walls or: pyrmus and thisbe died stupidly so let's try and die smart
the air is quite still today
it was hot earlier
and I thought of going swimming
ghosts drowning themselves
again and again
I thought of wells
a lack of oxygen and
your voice
changed my mind
every time I see you
I think
I'm always on your side
but it isn't true
not anymore
I'm afraid and I hate
hate it
there is some sort of leak
in this motorbike
we are riding quite fast
i know the basics of car repair
but
while the two share
similarities
this is probably
beyond my ability
to fix
it's fall and evening
getting cold
we drive past corn fields
waiting to be harvested
golden
in the last of the sunset
apple trees
leaves still green
and
fruit grey
(did you know that red
is the first color to go grey
in dim
lighting?
I suspect you do.
I told you
when we could
still
hear one another)
Aurimere House
is lit up
gold
spilling
out onto us
I go with you
but I know
that I'm
not safe
it wasn't necessary
to write it on the gate
in your bedroom
velvet curtains
shut
and I'm thinking about knives
with grooves cut in
for blood
thinking about Nicola
and the ground, her clothes
soaked with it
doesn't make sense
nothing makes sense
anymore
I know you didn't do it
I know
but it's fall now
winter soon enough
you can't
won't
protect me
against the cold
and I think I use to be
some kind of optimist
I miss you
I miss you all the time.
fandom,
poetry