There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
......
I am bewitched,
Fully fleshed in this space between us, my hands that yearn to reach for you hold on to the edges of my sweater instead.
We sit with our lungs, hearts, and souls spread open in the dim of the night.
fresh like spring and sensitive to the world outside the window,
Yet the only thing that crowds us is a funny warmth.
The kind that spreads to your toes and fingers
Cradles you in the early morning when the dew is settled on the grass
When the line between friends or more is blurred and yet it's too late or early to distinguish.
And our words are heavy yet smooth like tea running down a sore throat.
......
You were on your bed,
I walked in and heard your voice.
It was soft,
so gentle,
like the calm through a storm.
And when you touched me,
it felt gentle and patient.
And you said you loved me,
even though you didn't know me.
We didn't know each other,
......
Would you believe me if i said two mice led me to my soulmate?
Two girls in a small cabin at summer camp
Two mice wrecking havoc in the late hours of the night
It's a fairy tale in itself the way we fell in love
She says shes happy she was my first
My first love
My first kiss
My first everything
......
It's crazy how
sadness is painful.
As I'm feeling it now,
It's more than just my soul.
Did I do this to myself?
Are you the cause?
Could it be something else?
Or nothing at all?
......
I have it all figured out.
Heart,
Mind,
and soul.
But you touch me,
and it all starts to crumble.
But it's all in lust, I think.
You touch me and I seem to forget who I was meant to be.
But as I come down from the high,
my thoughts begin to swirl,
......
On the warm wool, among Nordic symbols, giggles and mandarins, two hollow sanctuaries pull me in. Bony surface, smooth, recklessly thin.
I trace the patterns of lost vigor.
His beak, open, softly arced.
As if his last breaths were the questions I’ve lost the answers to.
So out of place, placed here so stubbornly.
Into my grasp, as if meant to be.
With each passing blink, I move closer to your essence, closer than you yourself could ever be.
Reaching beneath where your skin once lived.
Past the things you thought you were.
It makes me wonder,
......
You were on your bed,
I walked in and heard your voice.
It was soft,
so gentle,
like the calm through a storm.
And when you touched me,
it felt gentle and patient.
And you said you loved me,
even though you didn't know me.
We didn't know each other,
......
Would you believe me if i said two mice led me to my soulmate?
Two girls in a small cabin at summer camp
Two mice wrecking havoc in the late hours of the night
It's a fairy tale in itself the way we fell in love
She says shes happy she was my first
My first love
My first kiss
My first everything
......
There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
......