Eeeme
You’re watching me tie off with a bow
The shards of a broken vase in a box
I don't care about the color of an eye
only its tilt
the smartest person I’ve ever met
can’t understand
what really isn’t his fault
It’s the garden in spring
You ask me more questions than there are flowers
I can hear the earth pushing everyone together
May is a frantic and aggressive surprise party
You are impending sunshine
but you stop to let me put a little insect on your hand
@signulll I've only ever really loved one person and after a long time reflecting on why, this was one of the reasons. He was genuinely willing to show negative emotions or look stupid in pursuit of a goal.
-Tomorrow I will-
Fly to stand at the shore of your last breath
Like the fish we caught at the dock
Your hand guiding mine over the knife of generations
I will see that hand rest on my dad
And I will wish I could eat other's pain for them
like slices of pie
@steph_zunz Devotion is a light of life. If you invest in people over the years, and have a "thing/dream" that has always made you feel alive, you will never waste your time.
--Sunday, 7pm--
across your lips, I can hear
whispers of tiny agonies
you are a patient glass vase
a fragile inflexible beauty
your still and open rim
waiting for a musical arch of water
waiting to be filled
The ick
The house of my heart is in the center of the world where everything is bright, dirty, and sleepless. I opened the door to your face to confirm it was closed. There’s no magic at the bottom of the night. I put the dust from my attic into your living cavities because you're selfish and I was there anyways. It was an empty stage for rent.
You are a closed door that pretends to be open. This was no smiles and all load.
I don’t know why I have both disgust and a playful hope for you - the cowardly offspring of a broken man. I hope the words that don’t come out of your mouth crawl along the sides of your back - vertical, linear, increasingly pressurized. I hope you learn the different colors of silence. This one is Vile and Eyeless. Disappointment in ourselves for what we didn’t say is the only thing we hate more than each other. We are a unit of the world falling apart, another set of bodies grasping in the dark.