One night can change a lot of things
And it's hard for me to explain
The connection you can make with someone
While you're tangled up in their legs
But seeing her eyes in the night
And just waking up to her breath
Was what made me let out a little sigh
While making me smile a bit too much
Last night we spent inside of her bed
Allowing us to forget the world outside
A connection stayed between our fingertips
While her legs were tangled up in mine
The thoughts in my head are so disarrayed that I can't think straight because they're so fogged up, like I'm watching from the other side of the glass
One thing I'm certain of in my misconstrued mind, however, is that they're all of you...
... you are my tangled contradiction.
The sweet ache
of togetherness. We had
of the moments. We lived
The bliss. We achieved
How we choose
to ignore. You left
How we knew
to ignore. I left
You were ready to leave
And I had nothing to give
got tangled. We ignored
Oh! I ignored.
This story of you and me
tangled and ignored.
I lull the salt
and the rain
with the company of
stabbing me in
I strung it together
with thin white exhales
In the morning
I become tangled
a rib cage and
a buoy, white endless
tangled at the root.
I placed you in the box,
the padded box that seemed too small
torn from galloping heart,
fingers fumbling for stubborn clasp,
I focus for just one moment
Place you in that small padded box.
I watch as,
night tucks away all things
As bed bugs are wished away
But teem beneath the sheets
As closets checked for monsters
whisper into darkness:
“things not always as they seem.”
You, the necklace, must agree,
For I laid with such ease,
Your slinking arms
Your solid charm
That was winning to anyone
And I watched whenever I could,
To ensure the box was still,
but then again
who’s to say
That I wasn’t just moving,
In opposite directions
With myslinking arms
And lack of charm
That shied away with
That very same ease.
But either way,
Our motions certainly did not cancel,
Whatever it was that we did-
And no matter
how carefully you were lain-
You awoke tangled.
A. This year I will no longer be tangled top sheets,
soiled comforters, or stained mattresses.
My blood runs clear and the extra year made me a little harder to fuck. I started kissing boys on corners who had girlfriends, being someone we would never imagine of me and I bet you never expected vodka to run through these sober veins, couldn't handle me after four shots and you are inebriated by the alcohol seeping from my pores.
B. I started the year off kissing a bottle, not you
you ruined it, left me behind, a newborn still unsure how to walk unstable and unbalanced on tender feet.
you ruined it, left me to fend for myself among the wolves of the world,
C. It took me 907 days to learn how to love you in the way you needed it, this gestation was the slow decline of everything that defined me.
No one ever told me that each person needs love molded to them
so on the 909th day when you left, i had just perfected the sculpture, didn't have time to show you before you rushed in, knocked it on the floor and were gone
D. that is how we ended, shattered splinters of clay, scattering mosaic beautiful on the floor.
tied tongues and upset stomachs from too much alcohol and too little sleep
E. this is how we ended, strangers lips and foreign bed sheets
we went out like a poem if only I could find the right words
Inspiration has her fingers wrapped around my heart tonight,
she finds it hard to let go,
So I sit and write under the starry night.
Inspiration tells me that everything will be alright,
to be patient and to hold on tight.
I feel stronger and wiser.
I look ahead, I see my future
and it seems brighter than ever.
While I stare at her eyes, it gives me butterflies.
Inspiration has this beautiful glow
and I hope she doesn’t let go.
It’s hard to explain
but if she stays with me,
I know that I won’t feel any pain.