some truths are harder to swallow.
I sit here with the taste of you
Still on my lips
The smell of you
Still fresh in my nostrils
Is there some plan
That is beyond me
Or is this just a reminder
To not take things for granted?
Your whisper is like a ghost in my mind
The subtle inflection haunting my brain
Calling to me in the night
Each and every word dragging me back
To the place I’m trying to escape
Hovering my soul inside me to let another explore,
And visit the corners of this temple I once bore,
Should I tear away my flesh or fill it with unknown colours,
The ones who visit this temple keep silent offerings, those tamed lovers.
My mom was right when she said you can’t always trust your friends.
What’s it like to be able to talk to you everyday, never once fearing that every message could be the last?
I left love here because otherwise I would not wake, fragments of ventricles and rhythmic contractions would bury my sight and force me to sleep.
And I wonder,
Will anyone else,
know your thoughts the way that I do?
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.