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There is a sickness
in plotting goodbyes
that I've been refusing
for years—
the curling tongue
on the pearls of verbs
& proper nouns fading.
When a body vacates—
sending itself to stone
& leaving the miracles
to the next generation—
where does that leave
the left behind?
Burning with words
unspoken,
told only after passing
as they stare into
the blasphemous sun—
how dare it live
beyond your love—
or singeing self-made
lullabies into the
soft shell above their
clavicle?
When a life falls apart
who is left to pick apart
the ashes for talismans—
a heart-piercing bone
or scent on a forgotten pillow
that drills into a soul?
I do not want to know
the messiah or the ideals
of broken-backed men,
I'm looking for the stars
at noon
that spell out not salvation
but coping beyond the radio
& listening to the empty walls
for the ghosts of promises.
in plotting goodbyes
that I've been refusing
for years—
the curling tongue
on the pearls of verbs
& proper nouns fading.
When a body vacates—
sending itself to stone
& leaving the miracles
to the next generation—
where does that leave
the left behind?
Burning with words
unspoken,
told only after passing
as they stare into
the blasphemous sun—
how dare it live
beyond your love—
or singeing self-made
lullabies into the
soft shell above their
clavicle?
When a life falls apart
who is left to pick apart
the ashes for talismans—
a heart-piercing bone
or scent on a forgotten pillow
that drills into a soul?
I do not want to know
the messiah or the ideals
of broken-backed men,
I'm looking for the stars
at noon
that spell out not salvation
but coping beyond the radio
& listening to the empty walls
for the ghosts of promises.
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
You say you love me
You say you love to hear me ramble, yet you always cut me off.
You say you want a future with me, yet you see no future for yourself.
You say you love to make me smile, yet you always make me cry.
Literature
love your mistakes
I've fumbled around with hearts before,
and let them fall. Cracked fingernails, walked into
doorframes, bumped into people and hesitated too long
to open my mouth. Moments passed me by, often.
Occasionally, I was brave, and fell hard on my nose.
Was bleeding and embarrassed for the pain;
and the proof of it, the blood.
Said "sorry, but," or didn't say sorry at all, ate my feelings
or starved myself for them, carried my guilt around with me
until it made me sick and lose my appetite,
drowned my hand soap in the toilet,
didn't stretch after exercise and was sore for days,
kept my distance to those reaching out to me.
Pushed my pain asid
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"I do not want to know
the messiah or the ideals
of broken-backed men,
I'm looking for the stars
at noon
that spell out not salvation
but coping beyond the radio
& listening to the empty walls
for the ghosts of promises."
the messiah or the ideals
of broken-backed men,
I'm looking for the stars
at noon
that spell out not salvation
but coping beyond the radio
& listening to the empty walls
for the ghosts of promises."