Mar 15, 2020 18:54
I don't want to keep saying I'm sorry.
Or having a reason to.
I want to bend the circle,
create a permanent path
to you.
A new shape made up of only the best parts
while the bad things I've done are cast into flame.
I want to be believed through proof.
I'm willing to do anything for it.
I will delete history.
I will change my name.
I wish I could crack open the sky and rearrange the stars.
The resonance of notes
are pure if you wrote them.
I want to hear them sung
and escape into the thickness,
the harmony,
the healing asarum,
that you make me heavy with
when I have no voice.
You make me
with your eyes.
My soul lis blind if I'm alone.
I guess the distance
made me do it.
Nothing's close enough
to you.
Maybe I was destructive.
The pain of seconds from,
is a despot on my way
to you.