Bor ehgit

Bor ehgit Aug 2018

When the sun goes,
I find myself haunted by you.
I've convinced myself I've gone mad,
after all these years.
Finding comfort in waiting for you each time I close my eyes.

Bor ehgit Aug 2018

Campbell

I need to move, much like an old shoe to a rusted can. I'm wasting away here, desperately in need of different scenery.

Bor ehgit Jul 2018

Thaumatrope

I need to trap the essence of your love somewhere between these white pages. So I can visit you whenever I want.

The theory of persistence of vision, to create an optical illusion.

Bor ehgit Jul 2018

Couldn't forget a thing.

Call me selfish, because I couldn't learn to go. Only steps from the foot of your bed, but you don't feel much like sleep. Ripples are coming over us, and the fragments are coming together. Reminding us that there was no such thing as too broken. Even if the time comes and machines keep me breathing. Know you'll be half of every breath. The subtle twitching of my eyes will be a reel of memories. One last rollercoaster ride, you'll holding me tight. Preparing me for the things I could never face alone. Like being alone.

Bor ehgit Jun 2018

Growing a garden.

So I hear,
You've finally settled in.
You've let your hair down,
And I hear your pregnant now.
The road has opened up,
Giving you breathing space.
I'm sure he melts like me,
Oh that pretty face.
Outside the bird's chirping in,
The early morning sun.
Another beautiful day has come,
Another night is done.

But now you don't know what to do.
Until he looks at you.
Your minds a racing mess,
But the creative type.
You place his hand on your stomach,
You both laugh as the kicks begin.
Your loves a garden dear,
That you've only begun watering.

Bor ehgit Jun 2018

A wandering of self.

I still pause,
before I speak your name.
As I steal another's breath.
In my dreams I'm still in love with you.
So at times you catch me when I'm awake.
I imagine galxies colliding,
if again I could look into your eyes.
Know my skin is still white,
From where your hands were gripping.
You sense that I'm still lost,
Somewhere between our sheets.
Twirling forever,
To the melodies of your breathing,
and to the twitching of your knees.
I would lay down for this battle,
you've already won my dear.
Hours and hours spent watching your ghost, dance over aging hard wood floors.
Rain taps steadily against the windowsill,
keeping one ear with the moment,
Knowing I can't lose myself in you.

Bor ehgit Feb 2018

About 2:34

There’s something about the cold air, as it breaks layers down to skin. Warm lips against cold limbs. Tumbling in the blankets, all the dreams scattered about. You’ve got my head above the mountains, Love I’m ever coming down.