In the silence now is where
I must struggle to remember again.
The galaxies on my arms
and your tiger stripes will
exist as testaments to the
strength we almost learned to
lose (close your eyes and
hold my hand again).
You laugh has slipped into
every cup of coffee I make and
the slivers of my eyes;
I am stuck now, again, wanting
My words are stale from
overuse, but how else could I
convince you that you are
jewels to me? Stale, again,
again, and soft, and here
again I am left risking
everything for the safe delivery
of one more miracle
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
In the silence now is where
I must struggle to remember again.
The galaxies on my arms
and your tiger stripes will
exist as testaments to the
strength we almost learned to
lose (close your eyes and
hold my hand again).
You laugh has slipped into
every cup of coffee I make and
the slivers of my eyes;
I am stuck now, again, wanting
My words are stale from
overuse, but how else could I
convince you that you are
jewels to me? Stale, again,
again, and soft, and here
again I am left risking
everything for the safe delivery
of one more miracle
