some wounds never heal.
they linger and fade into
tangible griefs inside our bones —
like the shallow rivers
still moving in my body after your leaving.
oh, such a fleeting daydream
turning into a perpetual nightmare
can never be too perfect
for a godless monument
of my reservation, sweet indecision —
of my self-inhibitions
that once spilled storms
on your genuine heart.
but like a hand hovering harmless fire —
close enough to feel its warmth,
but all too afraid to burn —
this love bleeds out a memory
of a life that has almost happened.
and grieving can only do so much.
grieving can only help so much.
some wounds, honey —
some wounds never really heal
like this shadow of regret
in the quiet shape of you.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 1:46 PM UTC
some wounds never heal.
they linger and fade into
tangible griefs inside our bones —
like the shallow rivers
still moving in my body after your leaving.
oh, such a fleeting daydream
turning into a perpetual nightmare
can never be too perfect
for a godless monument
of my reservation, sweet indecision —
of my self-inhibitions
that once spilled storms
on your genuine heart.
but like a hand hovering harmless fire —
close enough to feel its warmth,
but all too afraid to burn —
this love bleeds out a memory
of a life that has almost happened.
and grieving can only do so much.
grieving can only help so much.
some wounds, honey —
some wounds never really heal
like this shadow of regret
in the quiet shape of you.
