Dec 2015
“you.”
a term in which I can no longer identify nor associate myself
you,
a term in which you killed with bare hands
you.
your name has dissolved on my tongue
into a plethora of words that all travel back
and crash harshly into
you.
i open up the dictionary
to find our memories
strung across the page,
i flip, with no luck.
every word, every description,
has been replaced with
you.
it’s a sweeter curse
every time I hear my own name,
spoken from someones lips
all I can hear is
you,
your voice
trailing off into nothing
2 AM, between a drag from your cigarette,
“i love
you.”
a term in which I can no longer identify nor associate myself
you,
a term in which you killed with bare hands
you.
your name has dissolved on my tongue
into a plethora of words that all travel back
and crash harshly into
you.
i open up the dictionary
to find our memories
strung across the page,
i flip, with no luck.
every word, every description,
has been replaced with
you.
it’s a sweeter curse
every time I hear my own name,
spoken from someones lips
all I can hear is
you,
your voice
trailing off into nothing
2 AM, between a drag from your cigarette,
“i love
you.”
