Windows that held an endlessness of excess galaxies. I’m amused I still remember in detail what they look like, yet it really terrifies me that the imprint never left. Years apart and when I pressed against your pain’s pane again it was like nothing changed. A memory to be cuddled up against my cold black spaceship lip locking on you, surrounded by your friends but MIA to the atmosphere on South Beach. The laugh that made my day. I loved you more than I loved myself Leo, I loved you more than you loved yourself. I crystallized myself in the cracks of your faults as I let mines be revealed in front of you for you to trace. I’ve always protected you like you were my all in all these years, I know deep down that’s what I wanted. Floating in a plasmatic to my fire state, I don’t know how to change to be where you are. Every time our elements crashed, we cried, screamed and hugged close in the fire letting it consume our better judgement. I continued falling in love with the damaged heart beat in you the more you showed me colored bubbles filled with bits of who you were. One in the same. I’m so sorrowful to be writing letters to you, that my lips are even parting this way. When I called you crying on the bathroom floor you took me out of the void that no one could break through, your Jean Grey. Hearing your wild mind run and leap I was enchanted with the crooked smile and the emancipation to just, be. Crashing against a mirror cutting myself to tell you I care, I had to get to you. Showed up drunk to fall on your front steps, I just needed you. I just needed a witness to what my black hole had spun into when there was an absence of you to save me. You still never opened the door to save me. If I die tomorrow I need you to know that my heart going through all these guys has done nothing for me but show me how in love with you I was. All that floods us is silence now and it’s so loud like my poems which are wine glasses shattering after I’m done cheering to darkness. I hope you’ve danced with the shooting stars of your dreams who shot me down in front of the universe and flooded me with ultra light beams. The fire that burned us together withers into skyward smoke streams. This is the last time I will speak to your sigh of relief to humbly, silently, release mine.
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