The snow crisped to your eyes made me giggle
Made me wonder
About the lightness of snow
How the white in your lashes made them seem more wet
And how much heavier they would need to be
Before they bent
How heavy can your shoulders get
Before the shiver shakes the weight
I want lie beneath you
And catch your cold
The doctors asked me how long I’ve been feeling this way
I told them I didn’t know
One in particular
Gave me a mirror
Told me about actors
And how they would practice making different faces until they could completely control their emotions
When you feel sad practice happy
Practice angry
Practice solemn
Practice confused
With this much control I could be held accountable for everything
When I was 14 I learned what living looks like
In the mirror
It is that jaw dropped gasp for air
After the rope breaks
It is smiling at the neck bruises
It is being thankful for ******* up
Again
And now it is forced breathes of air
Visible in the cold
It is you smiling
Carefully wiping the wet from your eyes
The weight is building
White wet and heavy
But thanks to you
The bough is not breaking
It is slowly shedding
You collect it
To make a man
You make me
I ask you not to break branches from the bough
To give my man arms
I am afraid of the collapse
Maybe I can’t hold you the way I want to
But you have fixed me so much already
You have fixed me so much already
Flakes fill your lashes again
I laugh at how cute you are
When you fight to let them stay
The slow flutter
The pursed smile
I wonder about you
And am thankful at how much you have done
To fix me
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 7:39 PM UTC
The snow crisped to your eyes made me giggle
Made me wonder
About the lightness of snow
How the white in your lashes made them seem more wet
And how much heavier they would need to be
Before they bent
How heavy can your shoulders get
Before the shiver shakes the weight
I want lie beneath you
And catch your cold
The doctors asked me how long I’ve been feeling this way
I told them I didn’t know
One in particular
Gave me a mirror
Told me about actors
And how they would practice making different faces until they could completely control their emotions
When you feel sad practice happy
Practice angry
Practice solemn
Practice confused
With this much control I could be held accountable for everything
When I was 14 I learned what living looks like
In the mirror
It is that jaw dropped gasp for air
After the rope breaks
It is smiling at the neck bruises
It is being thankful for ******* up
Again
And now it is forced breathes of air
Visible in the cold
It is you smiling
Carefully wiping the wet from your eyes
The weight is building
White wet and heavy
But thanks to you
The bough is not breaking
It is slowly shedding
You collect it
To make a man
You make me
I ask you not to break branches from the bough
To give my man arms
I am afraid of the collapse
Maybe I can’t hold you the way I want to
But you have fixed me so much already
You have fixed me so much already
Flakes fill your lashes again
I laugh at how cute you are
When you fight to let them stay
The slow flutter
The pursed smile
I wonder about you
And am thankful at how much you have done
To fix me
First two lines donated by Nicole (Lady) Adams.
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