summer of melancholy stuck between my teeth. sunburnt legs, unrequited emotions. your grip like a hot furnace, my skin melting into a glassy form.
(why ‘your’, it’s my poem isn’t it? my words frozen solid on the page—how dare you haunt me?)
shake my body dry after swimming in a pool of your nothingness i understand the word love makes you quiver, you make me want to shake all of you out like a wet dog.
(and it’s back to ‘you’ and only ‘i’ when it pertains to you. i live on the horizon of your greatness; i miss my own sunsets to watch yours.)
as they sit in a room and turn into one, i wonder if you hear my voice bouncing off the walls. i wonder if you’ve ever loved something that did not touch you, that could not offer a part of themselves up for you, but only came as it did.
shake my body free of you, lean into the ‘me.’ come as i am, leave with empty hands. i am vacant but i am unburdened.