the january air is sweet
with your voice echoing down
the empty hallways of
this protracted night.
i pluck a blade of grass or two,
to weave a song for you
but careful!
the dead stars wrapped
around the darkness like barbed wire
pierce my already contused flesh
- the bruised fruit of my mother's
excessive love -
which taught me to love like her.
i crowned you apollo
with my tragic mortal love
as fate watched my wax wings
and whispered "poor icarus".
i dared to kiss the flame and yet,
love, i'm so cold tonight.
i count my heartbeats
and let the pills lull me
into a stupor until
the damned air whispers
"baby won't you run away with me?"
in my ear, jolting me out
of my stupid daydreams
of us and i wonder,
i wonder how i went from
counting forevers slipping away
to counting all the times
i've heard your laugh
sneak into my daydreams.
it's so cold
i burn your letters
on my cardboard skin
then spend hours trying
to rub you off.
like spilt perfume that
leaves no stains behind,
but the scent lingers
all over my mind.
and it's driving me crazy
just like you all over this january.
too much for me to bear
but then,
too less to be enough,
so i keep letting the dark air
chafe my raw heart,
wrapping the dead scent
of your letters around my lungs.
what do you do with an icarus
that doesn't want to be saved?
n. no this book is hasn't been discontinued, there has just been too much happening in my life all at once :( anyway, thank you so much for reading!
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souvenirs ➼ poetry
Poetry« putting a frame of words around souvenirs, that i have carefully collected and painstakingly held on to, of people and moments that are long gone. » __ this book is a collection of poems, free verses, single liners, thoughts and musings. __ i hope...
