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i.
There are things
I don't tell anyone—
that you are too sensible
to marry me next weekend,
that I want to run
headfirst into it
because I know forever
like ink on my fingers
but my buoyancy in marriage
is uncharted
& terrifying.
I do not know how
to be the world
or yours—
you've trapped me
behind your eyelids
& I want to know you
in the wild-eyed dark
like a nightlight,
like the curve of
a ship's bow that
holds me above my
self-imposed ruin.
I want to charm you—
hang rubies & gold
from your body
& put you into
a locket of faith—
knowing that a
simple band of metal
promises me always
& acts as a Keep Out sign
to every other woman
who will see the
goodness
deep-set into your bones.
ii.
There are things
I don't tell anyone—
that I am still in love
with you
& it purples under
my breastbone
until someone asks
if I need a doctor.
I want to know you
like the tracing paper
of my own skin—
matching parts lining
the windowsills
like mathematic equations
no one will ever solve.
I want to feel the push
of your breath
on the back of my neck
in your ancient bed
as you dream me
into existence.
In the story
I was the savior—
prophet of life
& its delicate nature.
But you are the one
who kept me here—
a live wire
or respirator
humming a song
in the dark next to me.
Shocking me back
into this lifetime
& promising the never-ending
passion of forever
on the edge of the sun.
There are things
I don't tell anyone—
that you are too sensible
to marry me next weekend,
that I want to run
headfirst into it
because I know forever
like ink on my fingers
but my buoyancy in marriage
is uncharted
& terrifying.
I do not know how
to be the world
or yours—
you've trapped me
behind your eyelids
& I want to know you
in the wild-eyed dark
like a nightlight,
like the curve of
a ship's bow that
holds me above my
self-imposed ruin.
I want to charm you—
hang rubies & gold
from your body
& put you into
a locket of faith—
knowing that a
simple band of metal
promises me always
& acts as a Keep Out sign
to every other woman
who will see the
goodness
deep-set into your bones.
ii.
There are things
I don't tell anyone—
that I am still in love
with you
& it purples under
my breastbone
until someone asks
if I need a doctor.
I want to know you
like the tracing paper
of my own skin—
matching parts lining
the windowsills
like mathematic equations
no one will ever solve.
I want to feel the push
of your breath
on the back of my neck
in your ancient bed
as you dream me
into existence.
In the story
I was the savior—
prophet of life
& its delicate nature.
But you are the one
who kept me here—
a live wire
or respirator
humming a song
in the dark next to me.
Shocking me back
into this lifetime
& promising the never-ending
passion of forever
on the edge of the sun.
Literature
My Promises To You
I promise to always love you
Today and every day that follows
I am handing you my heart
May it go wherever yours goes
I promise to never leave you
I will stand forever by your side
There's nothing that can break us
When our hearts are intertwined
I promise that in our dying days
When nothing is as it was before
Not only will I still love you
I will love you even more
Literature
Love?
I cannot imagine why Love,
my love,
my anger,
my guilt
at this moment,
consumes the remainder
of my pleasure.
It seems that
despite the silence,
my wounds
are not healing.
It doesn’t matter…
I weep in agony
and my heart
is nothing but a shackle
to bind my pulse;
my existence in this…
comfortable destruction.
Emotional walls do talk;
much like a silent smile
can break across a face,
and tears can betray.
Perfectly good emotions
fester in the soul,
and what were once traces
of complete and tender
caresses of passion while
resting in comforting arms…
are now scars;
numb,
deep,
and cold
Literature
Everything I Can Never Say
I open my mouth to tell you;
close it.
Open. Close. Open. Close.
I'm faced with a challenging problem,
can't even begin to tell you--
And I know, baby, that I can tell you anything--
something that cannot be said
in three words?
I struggle with this everyday;
Telling you my heart is afloat,
in boats, on oceans, through turbulent storms
(Not really, but the feeling is indescribable).
You see,
I feel like I've known you for years;
being with you is like coming home.
The feeling of slipping my fingers into yours
Isn't anything new.
no- it's a rejoining of self;
My soul finding it's mate, in
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this was my Valentine's poem.
i felt like i was living in
a backwards version of
"A Home at the End of the World"
so i wrote this,
read it again,
& realized i was being silly.
JRT & ixk,
respectively.
i felt like i was living in
a backwards version of
"A Home at the End of the World"
so i wrote this,
read it again,
& realized i was being silly.
JRT & ixk,
respectively.
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They are both wonderful feelings in such drastic ways.