can I take but 2 subtle moments of your time
to sit in a dress, lace and my legs crossed
my hand movements filter the air
as I begin to wordlessly explain
the happiness in my well of coins
upon broken wishes, life’s affliction
and loves beautiful kisses
the muscles in my neck tighten
as my chest grows heavy with memories

I have grown old within this room
I try to clean with the veins in my wrists
its dusty corners with my witch and lovely broom
come sit, as I boil tea leaves in my old teapot
they have said to me many times, within you
breeds an old soul, and I do feel that energy
living within me

you see, I have been here before
I have cried those tears before
I have felt that love before

I have curled up like a baby
when you did those things to me,
before

I guess I have much to say
much to
convey and ignore

its 6 in the morning and the sun
is just making its way through the sky
and the birds are beginning to speak
in that language that I would die
to understand

I would love to have a bird on
my shoulder right now, feeling
its claws dig into my skin

I stare at my window
and remember all the lovers I left behind
those emotions from which I have resigned
and then a month passed and you lost it
and so did I
the love that we were both unable to find

and you lingering down
I must admit I see how the areas have changed
how it is me you sometimes blame, but
life
life
I just do not feel the same

in the hours that leak down
like children’s tears, candle wax
frail and delicate bones
I grind the surface of my body
in hope of fleeting a greater destruction
within my body
I have been overcome by my sanity
learned blindly how to dispose
of this anarchy

I am breathing now harshly
I am breathing now slowly
my torso opens and I intake everything

and I am finally blooming