words
overlapped with themselves and sloped into sentences
dancingly and easily they linked hands in the playground and spun round and round till they were dizzy
and then they were incoherent and didn't make any sense
they fell far too foolishly about songs and the stars
they burgeoned and bloomed into trippingly spoken tangled messes
they flew fast and they flew frequently until it was their absence more noticeable than their presence
they lilted into dreams and curved into habit
and that was the words began to wane
as soon as they felt familiar on my lips
they changed to another mother tongue
until they sounded like friction and static
and then the words were written in the silence
but the memory of the giggling, fluid words
was once all i ever heard
so if you could forgive me for it taking time to change the frequency to something i never needed to perceive
then i'll forgive you
for saying you loved me too.
YOU ARE READING
midnight // love poems
Poetryi'm trying to get over you. it should be easy, we never talk. but damn, in my dreams we do. || c o l l e c t i o n o f p o e m s ||
