It will take time
to pack away
the thoughts you breathed into me,
hands cupped around my ear.
I took your loaded words
straight to my four-chambers.
I let my guard down
and you in
to my fortress
I swallowed you entirely
and knew you like the alphabet
In my soup
You held my hands led me
through your labyrinth mind
and I learned
the way you played
that guitar song
eyes squeezed shut
I felt your sweet sigh
on my neck
from across the room
I craved it like
the backs of my eyelids
You knew what you were doing
when you left
with my feeble heart
beneath your jacket
You ran like raindrops
and smeared my face
I stomped away my own shadow
And vomited everything
you gave to me
It will take time
to rearrange the word magnets
on my fridge
To say something that
Doesn't remind me of
Butterflies flying out
Your open throat
A writer, a reader, a yogi, and pizza lover. I bring a little black moleskin wherever I go; inspiration is everywhere. I love movies that make me cry and the smell of libraries. Oh and I have a tumblr too, old high school angst and reblogged pictures for days. athousandflyingbirds.tumblr.com
Monday, January 20, 2014
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
That oven heat afternoon
That park bench facing
That ugly blue dragon statue
That stares right back
Vision skewed by audible sobs
Fallen head
Anchored between my knees
I was sinking
Into the ground
Where the dragon couldn’t see
What you had to.
I stood between
You and the door
I was hysterical
Like a child
Begging you to
Please stay,
A thousand times sorry,
Just stay
And then you left behind
An open wound
Never fully sewn up
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