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RMatheson Aug 29
I was supposed to get home
but everytime I
was about to round the corner
the ******* goalpost moved.

And I searched for you
like the ghosts of cigarettes
stained by your lipstick.
With the warmth on repeat
I'm surprised how you remember me
I'm painting a love story
So that I have something to remember
And I'll never forget
The words that fill the phrases
I've loved and I'll continue to love
You are the limit of my fantasies
Every day is the same as the next
I'm killing cigarettes in the morning again
I remember you, and I hope you do too
You're not smoking as you watch the sunrise
And all your tears are on your cheeks at the end of November
Then I lost you so foolishly
A photo against the background of acacias
I wanted to fly so much, but give me a reason to stay
With that warmth on repeat
I'm surprised you remember me
I'm painting a love story
So I'll have something to remember
And I'll never forget
The words that fill my phrases
I loved and I will love
You are the limit of my fantasies
I'm not guilty, do you hear
You're not guilty, that's for sure
I crawled like a gray mouse
To the places that no longer hurt us
My place is on the shelf
Next to the torn photo
Of the same acacias that someone once gave you
I would ask you to remember me for the rest of your life, but I don't want to hurt you
Barely holding back the emptiness of my soul
I'm calm on the outside
I'm sitting alone in the city of sakura
Without a hint of help
I'm surprised how you remember me
With the warmth on repeat
I'm surprised how you remember me
I'm painting a love story"
So that I'll have something to remember later
And I'll never forget
The words that fill the phrases
I loved and I will love
You are the limit of my fantasies
With the warmth on repeat
I'm surprised how you remember me
I'm painting a love story"
So that I'll have something to remember later
RMatheson Aug 29
Do this?
Any of this?

****.
RMatheson Aug 29
I feel it slipping in
that black dot again
begins staring at me
from the corner,
grinning.

I've got a Russian song in my head,
as I daydream of dying.
RMatheson Aug 28
To the flesh,  
let it cut,  
press our palms together,  
and in that mingling
of red iron and DNA,
we are family.
RMatheson Aug 27
And I sit resisting the temptation
of her in my
daily struggle not to dry her hair
too quickly
as bright blue cotton candy
explodes into every corner
of my life.
RMatheson Aug 27
The brown-eyed
green-eyed girl
has seeped in,
and my eyes
have never been
so yellow.
RMatheson Aug 21
I am reaching to you
through this endless space
so I can touch you
and take
it all
away.
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