The universe,
it does not end
so much as it curves
downward, angles
brushing into cloudy
strokes across the sky
There is no
horizon here --
everything extends
so beautifully, a
twilit landscape
falling away
into the
blackness
beyond
The end of
my life, it will be
an encore
I will fall below
the curtain only to
appear on stage
once more,
I've never been
the kind of girl
who could let go
of something so holy,
who could give up
when she knows
it's time
These stretch marks
across my body,
they might fade
but the ties
I held onto --
they'll continue
snaking across
my frame,
and I know,
you would take
my hand, and between
the sunset and the dawn,
you would hold me
to your chest,
an agony of echoes
passing between
our lips
This end, I don't think
it will hurt --
I think it will fade
as easily as falling,
an endless high dive
where there is no pool
to catch me far below
I will never sink
so much as I will float
in the in between,
waiting for your hand
to catch mine as we fall
My dear, we will burn
like shooting stars
across that sky,
and I know, that
unforgiving moon,
he'll give us the chance
to join him someday
And when we
disappear
into the black,
I want to know
the last word
on your lips
will be my name.
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
The universe,
it does not end
so much as it curves
downward, angles
brushing into cloudy
strokes across the sky
There is no
horizon here --
everything extends
so beautifully, a
twilit landscape
falling away
into the
blackness
beyond
The end of
my life, it will be
an encore
I will fall below
the curtain only to
appear on stage
once more,
I've never been
the kind of girl
who could let go
of something so holy,
who could give up
when she knows
it's time
These stretch marks
across my body,
they might fade
but the ties
I held onto --
they'll continue
snaking across
my frame,
and I know,
you would take
my hand, and between
the sunset and the dawn,
you would hold me
to your chest,
an agony of echoes
passing between
our lips
This end, I don't think
it will hurt --
I think it will fade
as easily as falling,
an endless high dive
where there is no pool
to catch me far below
I will never sink
so much as I will float
in the in between,
waiting for your hand
to catch mine as we fall
My dear, we will burn
like shooting stars
across that sky,
and I know, that
unforgiving moon,
he'll give us the chance
to join him someday
And when we
disappear
into the black,
I want to know
the last word
on your lips
will be my name.
Partially inspired by Miss Abra Clementine's "The Open Sea Waltz", and partially inspired by the Death Cab for Cutie song "A Lack of Color".
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