gravity
"do you really think it's going to rain straight on through the winter?"
...
a million things we could have done differently.
in tears and screaming in whispers our vows, god approves what we do. he won't admit outright but in my heart i know it's true.
"i am a monster, aren't i?"
whimpers of satisfaction escape my mouth. you cry from the absence of me.
"what's beautiful about it? tell me one thing."
you dry yourself in my raucous laughter. i free whats left of my insecurities, but to myself i wonder why you still doubt our strength.
"promise?"
you're the only thing that keeps me whole. and for reasons that are mine alone. i don't answer the phone, tonight. i don't tell you what i want right now.
...
(how a thing becomes how a thing becomes a nicety towards realizing what we have is zero what we have is zero less than the factorial less than the foil
the foil.)
...
the clown.
cries into the falling sun
needs to show what he's become
keeps a sanity, keeps it fun
ignores the alarms
ignores the only crying one.
(she's lost from the lies of her love)
...
cross my feelings now, keep them alive. tonight is just one of the times. one of the times i'll lie. i'll say that nothing is bothering me, but i'll know what's really happening. i'll know what's right.
bare with me, lover. bear with my childish requests. i squeal with love because i'm with you. i sing loud and with passion because i'm with you.
i don't let others guide me. all i know is how to be loved by you, all i know is how to be ruled by you.
baby... please answer me this: if it's a kiss i'm missing, will you give me that kiss?
...
two.
the way she asks him, she knows what she is doing. its been like this a lot lately. one after the other. business as usual.
she drinks a few before and after. it makes it all easier. she contrives her screams, but only in the way that they inflect pleasure. she has other reasons too.
nothing about the event is special. no new insight is gained.
(the way that running away and standing still are exactly the same.)
...
i sometimes fear that i might forget your face. i think that perhaps when you die, i won't remember your smile or the color of your eyes.
i fear i won't remember a single word you ever said to me.
my body pressed against yours and our heads rested on each others shoulders, i fear the worst. i think that maybe god has a punishment for this kind of happiness. i wonder if i've been good enough to you. i wonder where to go from here.
...
memory lost but feeling retained
i wonder why i can't remember your name
there's nothing about your face i recall
but the sensation of your kisses remain
...
barely sure i went to sleep
stayed with eyes wide to the wall
nothing in my thoughts complete
the vastness of it all
blankly noticing the time
might as well be the next day
zer'o'clock will be just fine
nothing more that i can say
...
..
.
...
a million things we could have done differently.
in tears and screaming in whispers our vows, god approves what we do. he won't admit outright but in my heart i know it's true.
"i am a monster, aren't i?"
whimpers of satisfaction escape my mouth. you cry from the absence of me.
"what's beautiful about it? tell me one thing."
you dry yourself in my raucous laughter. i free whats left of my insecurities, but to myself i wonder why you still doubt our strength.
"promise?"
you're the only thing that keeps me whole. and for reasons that are mine alone. i don't answer the phone, tonight. i don't tell you what i want right now.
...
(how a thing becomes how a thing becomes a nicety towards realizing what we have is zero what we have is zero less than the factorial less than the foil
the foil.)
...
the clown.
cries into the falling sun
needs to show what he's become
keeps a sanity, keeps it fun
ignores the alarms
ignores the only crying one.
(she's lost from the lies of her love)
...
cross my feelings now, keep them alive. tonight is just one of the times. one of the times i'll lie. i'll say that nothing is bothering me, but i'll know what's really happening. i'll know what's right.
bare with me, lover. bear with my childish requests. i squeal with love because i'm with you. i sing loud and with passion because i'm with you.
i don't let others guide me. all i know is how to be loved by you, all i know is how to be ruled by you.
baby... please answer me this: if it's a kiss i'm missing, will you give me that kiss?
...
two.
the way she asks him, she knows what she is doing. its been like this a lot lately. one after the other. business as usual.
she drinks a few before and after. it makes it all easier. she contrives her screams, but only in the way that they inflect pleasure. she has other reasons too.
nothing about the event is special. no new insight is gained.
(the way that running away and standing still are exactly the same.)
...
i sometimes fear that i might forget your face. i think that perhaps when you die, i won't remember your smile or the color of your eyes.
i fear i won't remember a single word you ever said to me.
my body pressed against yours and our heads rested on each others shoulders, i fear the worst. i think that maybe god has a punishment for this kind of happiness. i wonder if i've been good enough to you. i wonder where to go from here.
...
memory lost but feeling retained
i wonder why i can't remember your name
there's nothing about your face i recall
but the sensation of your kisses remain
...
barely sure i went to sleep
stayed with eyes wide to the wall
nothing in my thoughts complete
the vastness of it all
blankly noticing the time
might as well be the next day
zer'o'clock will be just fine
nothing more that i can say
...
..
.