I know someone who finds solace in ballet shoes
A boy who strums his secrets to guitar strings
Someone that spends his waking moments with glazed red eyes
As if facing this world cold turkey
Isn’t even an option.
For boys whose fingertips shake
Like the burning end of a cigarette
And girls whose smiles resemble
Car crashes waiting to happen
A cacophony of shattered noises
And those of us who feel guilty for the
mere act
Inhaling air
And exhaling poison
So we spend lifetimes holding our breaths
Until we burn our lungs out trying
To warm our hearts
With something other than the fire
That burns out in a smoky haze
Until our eyes become rivers,
flowing oceans
That cry out a thousand melted glaciers
Our tongues speak ruined languages
We read everything backwards
Curse in Latin
Make oaths in Russian
So whatever we say sounds beautiful.
So that our hands wont have to learn permanence,
affection
consolation.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 8:58 AM UTC
I know someone who finds solace in ballet shoes
A boy who strums his secrets to guitar strings
Someone that spends his waking moments with glazed red eyes
As if facing this world cold turkey
Isn’t even an option.
For boys whose fingertips shake
Like the burning end of a cigarette
And girls whose smiles resemble
Car crashes waiting to happen
A cacophony of shattered noises
And those of us who feel guilty for the
mere act
Inhaling air
And exhaling poison
So we spend lifetimes holding our breaths
Until we burn our lungs out trying
To warm our hearts
With something other than the fire
That burns out in a smoky haze
Until our eyes become rivers,
flowing oceans
That cry out a thousand melted glaciers
Our tongues speak ruined languages
We read everything backwards
Curse in Latin
Make oaths in Russian
So whatever we say sounds beautiful.
So that our hands wont have to learn permanence,
affection
consolation.