It's the language I miss The pocket of earth we created Where jokes, rhymes, phrases mean something to only us I miss filling this room with laughter Creating creases in our sheets Bellies full Hearts empty from spreading outselves out for one another
Some days I feel like art As if the universe picked all the right pieces for all the correct places but some days, many days I feel like a forgotten medium Insecurity is never fun It hurts to recognize the things you will never be to question our worth to second guess out bodies
Plant roots they say Build a home and get comfortable Stop and create a life But my roots are planted in you Your soul is my home And the place I am most comfortable Life is to be created along side you
It's a constant shiver As if I recognize I need to take a breath Forget to breathe and remind myself It causes a shake in my bones We get here from me we devolved because of me How do I fix it? How do I make it okay?
It’s the shake in your fingers The irregular heartbeat Gutted onto the floor boards Listening to the creaks of them As your roommate walks around Never ending head spin as you Try to force some sense into it all Clip and compare moments Complete
Please never stop loving the Furrow between my eyes Remember my face as only gentle And often times curious Think of my voice as only a comfort When you can no longer hear it Remember how you felt from my touch But don’t miss it too much in the end Don’t stay hung up when I’m gone Keep comfort in all the moments That were me caring for you Don’t stay sad in the end Don’t stay hung up