even through days, weeks, months—even years. through the fog, the rain, and the snow. as the road dries up, and my eyes become a little clearer. as i have met more people, been through more heartbreaks. my heart still looks for you. in every nook, crevice and person.
a drunkin’ stupor, hands interlaced with last nights love. cigarette in hand, we walk this dark night. we speak about the stars, how beautiful it is. that people are staring at the same sky as us, and that beyond these light years there exists universes where we did not coexist
is there a universe where this was not the case? or were our strings of fate always meant for a short connection that makes an ocean of all my emotions?
i called you after two months, nothing had changed. We still fell into that same old banter, those silent moments, a little more awkward now. I still searched for meaningless convos. Still was forgetful, you always chiming in with your intelligent thought out response.
How to open a pomegranate
gently, cut
no drips
blood
hands
dirty
how to open a pomegranate
forcefully—slam
tear apart
learn to cut the seams
the sides and make open
no drips
gently, cut
blood
hands
clean
how to learn to love someone gently
let them breathe
talk
a soul crushing devotee. a premonition of all that will be. i will weave the life ahead of me, and let be of all that is not meant for me. i will not fight anymore. undo the shackles of my heart, i release you.