I used to be able To drag my hand down your back And count your bones, Feel every bump in your spine. I would hold your delicate frame To protect you from the world But here we are, Your shoulders are strong, From carrying the weight of your own World, And you're somehow protecting me. The strangeness of recovery is unnatural When we grow while broken, Like a tree bent into awkward shapes And twisted around it's oppressor. But my love, Let's regrow together.
i never thought i'd become this but here i am not knowing, just doing. you don't say the things you used to say and i guess that is alright, i guess that is fine, i guess i'm running out of guesses now. my actions are full of consequences and those consequences are full of nothing important will you tell me that the sky is the limit, you're eyes are the limit with limitless depth. you said that one day everything would be okay. you ******* promised me that you would never stop calling me beautiful, but now you don't disagree when i say that i feel like a ***. what do you think i do? i can't do anything but pretend like i never loved you. what can i do if it's not being deprived of sleep you being the thought that fills my brain god it hurts. your eyes matched my name and we were meant to be together but nothing goes as planned.
. Painter, poised in passing, Mad colours, melding with light, Mind illuminated in the stroke, Brushes tang, tangle in structures Of vision, the solitudes of smoke, Perditions fold on black lines, Splattered in smithereens Of grace and white.