stay grounded, stay sane.
(T)
Hung up on the memory of the way the stars would fade across the horizon like the glass on the window in midwinter, you always said you knew what that sunrise/sunset looked like in the reflection/inflection of my eyes and yet could never tell me the colours when I asked. It's all an empty feeling, routine if only to let us breathe, and something tells me that I need you like oxygen but just like oxygen I could never keep you.
You're everywhere and surrounding, embracing the four chambers of my heart in a love locked down to several pairs of hands and several different voices, eyes, lips, sheets. Wish I could be something but I can't even be myself and we're back to just being frustrated-- me silently and you absently, and we find the cycle again. Strangers in a house as empty as our hearts, floating.
(M)
"Maybe you shouldn't be with me."
"I know but I still find myself reaching out for you."
"I'm always going to be here."
( )
And maybe that was the cue to take off running cos I know, I always know, and I'll always know from the way you breathe how he breathes, how he breaks, and how he longs to be with just you ( or was it the world, was he alone ? )
Tried so hard to fight karma coming back around from the first time I thought perfection was something you could hold in the palm of your hand or between your lips, only to have them slip out from in between fingertips. Taking in the memories while breathing out the scars, I wonder if you'd still think of me.
From your head down to your toes, I feel/felt (love) for you.
* resurrection.
(S)
Hung up on the memory of the way the stars would fade across the horizon like the glass on the window in midwinter, you always said you knew what that sunrise/sunset looked like in the reflection/inflection of my eyes and yet could never tell me the colours when I asked. It's all an empty feeling, routine if only to let us breathe, and something tells me that I need you like oxygen but just like oxygen I could never keep you.
You're everywhere and surrounding, embracing the four chambers of my heart in a love locked down to several pairs of hands and several different voices, eyes, lips, sheets. Wish I could be something but I can't even be myself and we're back to just being frustrated-- me silently and you absently, and we find the cycle again. Strangers in a house as empty as our hearts, floating.
(M)
"Maybe you shouldn't be with me."
"I know but I still find myself reaching out for you."
"I'm always going to be here."
( )
And maybe that was the cue to take off running cos I know, I always know, and I'll always know from the way you breathe how he breathes, how he breaks, and how he longs to be with just you ( or was it the world, was he alone ? )
Tried so hard to fight karma coming back around from the first time I thought perfection was something you could hold in the palm of your hand or between your lips, only to have them slip out from in between fingertips. Taking in the memories while breathing out the scars, I wonder if you'd still think of me.
From your head down to your toes, I feel/felt (love) for you.
* resurrection.
(S)