you're not doing well
with skin like bed sheets
ebbing tides in your forehead
and the malady that keeps your mind guessing,
these next six nights
of not having to feel
so alone will make you
fall back into sleep
to grow roots.
i'll cut holes in the ozone
to put your heartache in
i'll walk you to the hospital,
i'll wait in a white room,
place your sad eyes in my drawers
until my hand breaks
the universe is twice as big as we think it is
and 'you are so important to me'
is easier to digest than
skipping heart beats
i miss you like a dart hits the iris of a bullseye,
or a train ticket screams 4:30 at 4:47,
and
i've fallen in love
you're the only one that made that idea
less devastating.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
you're not doing well
with skin like bed sheets
ebbing tides in your forehead
and the malady that keeps your mind guessing,
these next six nights
of not having to feel
so alone will make you
fall back into sleep
to grow roots.
i'll cut holes in the ozone
to put your heartache in
i'll walk you to the hospital,
i'll wait in a white room,
place your sad eyes in my drawers
until my hand breaks
the universe is twice as big as we think it is
and 'you are so important to me'
is easier to digest than
skipping heart beats
i miss you like a dart hits the iris of a bullseye,
or a train ticket screams 4:30 at 4:47,
and
i've fallen in love
you're the only one that made that idea
less devastating.
cut-out poetry i made for a project back in november 2016. i used lucas regazzi's poems called small and bedside table.
EDIT 170829: none of the lines used here are mine!! they're all taken from the poems mentioned above :)
