❦→[the third piece of you]
remember when
i burned the hair on my own hands,
and then i swore,
to never dance again
i swore to never take a glance again
at the image of me in their mind, aglow
let the vermillion aches flow,
hurt everything that makes you want to go
scream within your containment cage and create a show
"how long have you been this way?"
the clichés in forever,
eternity's an answer of dismay
but now,
the world's spinning and stopping on another side
the one where you're drowned and destroyed and destructed beneath the tide
now to keep you alive,
i learn to adore a lifeless soul tonight
look at your creation that recites, words of no power
but you still reside, inside crimson chanels and tall nerve towers
the hair i burned,
was part of you
and the soul i hurt,
was solace, a path of peace for you
i'm learning to live, last, survive
for i keep the third piece of you alive
if i looked just like you,
you believed
in me even in ages of disappointment and shameful scars,
unrevealed
picture i always kept with me,
stays and sees
the things behind the scenes
even when my hands outgrow yours,
(if they ever do)
even on days when the darkness devours,
(all the fragments, the elegies of you)
i've learned to resurrect,
i live, last, survive
for i keep the third piece of you alive
[for dadoou. dad. 13/10/1964 - 24/4/2021, from his third and the youngest one]
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| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
