chew your thoughts with your mouth open
i want to see
all of you
teeth, tongue, throat, synapse, neuron
stammers and spasms and
flashes of crippling vulnerability
streams of lucid genius
speechlessness' met with
one single look that utters sunsets
giddy ****** kid
i want it
glitch and all
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
who you are will become a memory,
who you become will be a stranger.
and that’s the weirdest part
about falling out with someone
who has memorized the back of your hands,
the sunday morning routines,
the smell of your hair
and the sound of your laugh.
the hope is
you and I will become
an entirely different bundle of cells -
made new by our experiences
and constant change of perspective.
this immense sense of vulnerability I feel
is fading, with every new day.
a loose thread in your favorite sweater
unraveling
until it is unrecognizable.
this is my hope
that there come a time
you don’t know me anymore;
a time where who I was becomes a memory,
and who I am is a stranger.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC