shifting time zones makes it hard to tell where light rays would fall on a sun dial
i am waltzing with meridians and latitudes
a hundred thousand miles away from home, going nowhere
stuck on this plane for all of eternity
suspended somewhere between the sky and the sea
littered all over the atmosphere
is flakes and wisps of you and me
i see our breadcrumbs sprinkled everywhere my eye falls
but they could pour down on you and you still wouldn't care
it's kind of hard to be on an airplane alone
i can't sleep without thinking of how we had melted into each other's bodies so easily - like fondue
i haven't had deep sleep like that since i lost you
as a fruity drink hits my lips,
it tastes like adventure and recklessness
and when i sip the sweet liquid kiss,
it swallows me,
and i drown in everything i miss
fuck- i miss everything
i crave your presence like fuel for this engine
it seems that missing you is an art i have taught myself
so i am composing empty symphonies to perform for the deaf
there is heartbreak in missing us
and maybe that is the problem
i am spiralling in the stratosphere
wishing only that you were here
fucking hell i miss you
there aren't enough metaphors to romanticise this twisted, tugging feeling of loss
it's plain, it's simple, it is the ghost of what was
you have seeped into my every synapse
tangled up with the buzzing neurones
because to me, you are rich hot chocolate and watching Star Wars,
messy first kisses and talking for hours
being alone on airplanes is hard for me
for they are brimming with pieces of my heart i had left for you
tucked in every inch of the ride
so when i stepped on this plane, i think a part of me died
baby- i miss you
i am in love with glimpses and flashes of memories
that burst into my vulnerable mind
reminding me of a better time
come back because i don't know if i've mentioned this - but i fucking miss you
jesus you really ruined this beautiful shit
but that flight, i saw love in everything you did
i saw love in your gentle touch interlaced with my fingers
and i saw love too big to fit in our seats
i saw love in your light laugh and in your brown eyes
that flight, your love made me feel safe inside
being on a plane alone is near impossible i think
so as i write poetry on a lipstick stained tissue
i could travel to places you've rn ever even heard of
but airplanes will always remind me that somehow
everything comes back to you.
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 ||
