Jun 2016
They say that time does not exist, that space-time is the fabric of being and one can not be without the other.
I beg to disprove the hypothesis, for I am space and you are time, and though I can’t be without you, you are just fine.
I watch the hands of the clock spin, numbers merge to ropes and the tick tick ticking tightens the noose around my neck.
You left a black-hole on your side of the bed, I fell down when 3am called and my ‘I love you’ dispersed into the blackness like our big bang never happened.
Like a tragedy that NASA couldn’t cover up, you hold a pillow of silence over my head.
Like an infection the surgeons can’t cut out, her perfume seeps like **** from every blister that remains from trying to love the sun.
I beg to disprove the hypothesis, for I am space and you are time, and though I can’t be without you, you are just fine.
I watch the hands of the clock spin, numbers merge to ropes and the tick tick ticking tightens the noose around my neck.
You left a black-hole on your side of the bed, I fell down when 3am called and my ‘I love you’ dispersed into the blackness like our big bang never happened.
Like a tragedy that NASA couldn’t cover up, you hold a pillow of silence over my head.
Like an infection the surgeons can’t cut out, her perfume seeps like **** from every blister that remains from trying to love the sun.
