The only French I speak, I learned from the uncrossable space in bed
I learned it when we started to just say bye in the mornings
When we stopped hugging after work,
When I was too busy playing games, watching Netflix, on my phone,
and you had already cleaned the kitchen, put away the laundry,
You wanted something you won't take now because I wasn't too busy and I don't even play that game anymore, and I can't remember the shows but I'm sure they are still on Netflix, and phones will always be a distraction from people to put everything down and take off the masks we make so we can breathe every day and connect as people. In those moments, I started missing you and you were already missing me. I just really wish I could stop going Supernova but there's a slowly swirling marble rock ball that's slowly making its way from sitting in fire of the pits of my stomach,
rolling up my chest, bouncing off ribs, escaping to the small of my back, rolling up my spine, spinning counter clockwise in figure eights across my shoulder blades until it sits over my heart and sinks to my Stomach Again.
Now I've lost form and more and I really just need to get my
I heard you howling in the distance, saw your fading reflection in the crimson moon Your tone smelled of something different, in a pitch only those of the same pack know
We mostly hunt alone and rarely cross paths but when we hear the call of our own we abandon the chase we return the call, we charge fearlessly into the darkness.
We’ve burnt houses trying to save the ghosts we loved
Our blood shivers most violently from the lost words of lovers on December nights in half full full size beds.
Those of us who stood in pouring rain and left what we found there in a memory of a new beginning to keep it safe from ourselves.
We’ve burned and swallowed the ashes of so many maps to Neverland and we can’t remember the way We’ve caused shadows in smiles, emerged from the dirt with rage of a stubborn heart that continues to beat. We’ve seen the heights of the universe and plummeted to the depths of dimensions beyond dimensions We’ve lifted our arms and eyes more times than we’ve found what we’re searching for
Our hope torn apart by being laid in a forgotten grave Our talks with Saints make **** a familiar place like the sanctuary of your freshly washed childhood blankets and the way they swallowed everything you were
We solo hunt in crimson moon rays and share different parts of the same wilderness
The worlds can only crush your skin if you are alone,
We return the call with the smell of something different charging through the darkness