Jan 2013
I felt like you had flown me to the stars to see the moon rise, and then dropped me. My heart broke before I hit the earth. As I fell I watched you drifting further and further from my eyesight. I miss you but not as much as I miss her. That is why I can bear this stick and stone kinda hurt. I watched you put on a hat and tie for me. Twirl your moustache for me. “Call me if you need me” you said. “I love how you smile” you said. “I think you are beautiful” you said. All the things you said. Seems like a stupid ridiculous pop song. How life can be so real. How you made my world turn, like a shiny disco ball you projected magnificent images across my wall, my bedroom wall, the walls of my mind. And soon they shattered into tiny ambiguous pieces.
A blister on my thumb. A spot on my jawline. Broken legs, broken heels. My mouth is sore for you. I fly like an empty wrapper around your feet on a dusky night. My words ***** at you from a white sheet where you are always the headline. And yet somewhere in the air there is music only you and I can hear. And you will never read me or will never hear me. A Caucasian homosexual feminine intelligentsia is on the prowl Be. Ware. I watched you dance on a festival sunset. I watched you smile, just at, me. I cut my tears on your, words. I have never hated someone so quickly as I have loved you. Panels of light beam from the floor as you walk along. My heart follows you like a lost red balloon.
You lie on me as a small child would to their mother. I want to make you dance across the room, wearing my shoes, playing a small ukulele, listening to my radio of songs you’ve never heard before. I want you to smile; I want you to be fearless; I want you to forgive me; I want, I want, I want...small pretentious, unforgiving, pedantic child. I am. Impatience. I crave your touch. I crave your ****** touch and your smile. Too much to ask? One can dream. Some would say dreams are nothing but empty thoughts. My dreams are nothing but you. So my thoughts are of you. I spy with my little eye, a disco ball, a shattering mirror falling to the ground with the pieces of music splintering into a million decibels on my ears. I cannot make this nonsense make sense. All I know is, I love you. I love you with an earth-shattering heartbeat that defies the sonic boom. i.love.you.
We all fail. This is redemption. Keep your money; all I want is the music.
A blister on my thumb. A spot on my jawline. Broken legs, broken heels. My mouth is sore for you. I fly like an empty wrapper around your feet on a dusky night. My words ***** at you from a white sheet where you are always the headline. And yet somewhere in the air there is music only you and I can hear. And you will never read me or will never hear me. A Caucasian homosexual feminine intelligentsia is on the prowl Be. Ware. I watched you dance on a festival sunset. I watched you smile, just at, me. I cut my tears on your, words. I have never hated someone so quickly as I have loved you. Panels of light beam from the floor as you walk along. My heart follows you like a lost red balloon.
You lie on me as a small child would to their mother. I want to make you dance across the room, wearing my shoes, playing a small ukulele, listening to my radio of songs you’ve never heard before. I want you to smile; I want you to be fearless; I want you to forgive me; I want, I want, I want...small pretentious, unforgiving, pedantic child. I am. Impatience. I crave your touch. I crave your ****** touch and your smile. Too much to ask? One can dream. Some would say dreams are nothing but empty thoughts. My dreams are nothing but you. So my thoughts are of you. I spy with my little eye, a disco ball, a shattering mirror falling to the ground with the pieces of music splintering into a million decibels on my ears. I cannot make this nonsense make sense. All I know is, I love you. I love you with an earth-shattering heartbeat that defies the sonic boom. i.love.you.
We all fail. This is redemption. Keep your money; all I want is the music.
