fumbledstrings
it struck me odd, a comradery behind seemingly vacant glances
two strangers in their seperate broken state find solace in the distant and unspoken presence of one another.
diverting eyes, coming to the realization that one sits distracted from their job, taking a keen interest in this cover, this onslaught of a hiden likeness in the loneliness he too felt, a discontentment in the lack of a season change, a dirty sediment that rested bellow the surface of this skin.
three times over, eyes accidentally met, and truth was found in the distance and silence
with timid hands and a downcast stance she took his invitation.
and now a week later lies with curousity more fierce then the fear that once held her,
where was her hesitance and her guard,
where then did it go to,
and who was this who could so easily steal away with her trust so effortlessly
despite her stuborn clasp on her cold heart.
how then, did she since then lie awake,
a body once rigid and awkward,
now settled and molded next to this stranger.
and more then this, how then did this stranger's eyes so deeply move and divide her into something more,
to seperate her lack of concern, to disect her depths, to sense in her lack of movement, and the way the corners of her eyes fell-
something was a stir
behind a shell, rest her discomfort in another understanding her fear so wholey- without the need for words.
and as he held her, strangers once never again, she rested in the idea of no longer having without.
the idea of actually possessing.
the heaving of lungs revealed more in hours past in silence,
an utterance unexpected,
im yours.
i love you.
i was afraid.
strangers eyes speak truth between words.
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vissible to random public is all this is
, your heavy heart beneath my ear
the rise and fall of a strangers chest.
2 alone on a mattress made for one
crowded cold memories each lung heaves for the other,
a longing for belonging, for understanding,
for comradery in this loneliness
your tired gaze, all one needs,
no words spoken just a gesture of i love you in movement
the figit that covers your words in your hands
and those eyes searching desperately in the silence held between the two of us,
beneath this decomposition of life
you and i, grow and stretch
all is forgotten
and we are lost in a rearranged room
found within eachothers grasp
two strangers in their seperate broken state find solace in the distant and unspoken presence of one another.
diverting eyes, coming to the realization that one sits distracted from their job, taking a keen interest in this cover, this onslaught of a hiden likeness in the loneliness he too felt, a discontentment in the lack of a season change, a dirty sediment that rested bellow the surface of this skin.
three times over, eyes accidentally met, and truth was found in the distance and silence
with timid hands and a downcast stance she took his invitation.
and now a week later lies with curousity more fierce then the fear that once held her,
where was her hesitance and her guard,
where then did it go to,
and who was this who could so easily steal away with her trust so effortlessly
despite her stuborn clasp on her cold heart.
how then, did she since then lie awake,
a body once rigid and awkward,
now settled and molded next to this stranger.
and more then this, how then did this stranger's eyes so deeply move and divide her into something more,
to seperate her lack of concern, to disect her depths, to sense in her lack of movement, and the way the corners of her eyes fell-
something was a stir
behind a shell, rest her discomfort in another understanding her fear so wholey- without the need for words.
and as he held her, strangers once never again, she rested in the idea of no longer having without.
the idea of actually possessing.
the heaving of lungs revealed more in hours past in silence,
an utterance unexpected,
im yours.
i love you.
i was afraid.
strangers eyes speak truth between words.
------
vissible to random public is all this is
, your heavy heart beneath my ear
the rise and fall of a strangers chest.
2 alone on a mattress made for one
crowded cold memories each lung heaves for the other,
a longing for belonging, for understanding,
for comradery in this loneliness
your tired gaze, all one needs,
no words spoken just a gesture of i love you in movement
the figit that covers your words in your hands
and those eyes searching desperately in the silence held between the two of us,
beneath this decomposition of life
you and i, grow and stretch
all is forgotten
and we are lost in a rearranged room
found within eachothers grasp