The day will come when we realize
we are worth so much more than what we think, and
the colors from this summer will bleed over
into the next, and my hands will remain warm, and the songs that we play
are tapping out new beats to tug
our heartstrings along to, and the sunrise
will look so much softer standing
in front of you.
I will forget to hold my breath and forget the metal plates around my heart
for the first time in a while,
The day will come that I stop
running, that I take these fragments and look
you in the eye while I attempt to put them back together.
I don't think we realize the weight
of what we're doing yet, the maps
we've laid out are so heavy on the scales of
fate and plans and I'm learning that it's likely
I'll end up somewhere warm without taking
all the precautions that I once thought
so necessary. Everything
in this world runs its course in stages, and you
you were simply the one that came after
the things that tried to break me, you started out as just
another page in my book but I'm hoping
that the ink never dries, i didn't know
I'd been living in corners or
painting myself in dull tones until you showed me the dreams that lay
behind your eyelids and up under
your skin. You are soft and warm
underneath, and I like
how the world rests on your tongue like you could make it
anything you want it to be, and as for me
I'd like to see the new light you
might paint me in and how
this next chapter might turn out sculpted within
the palms of your hands.
run your course through me,
I would love to be
the marks on your skin or
the colors behind your eyes- I would love
to be remembered by you.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
The day will come when we realize
we are worth so much more than what we think, and
the colors from this summer will bleed over
into the next, and my hands will remain warm, and the songs that we play
are tapping out new beats to tug
our heartstrings along to, and the sunrise
will look so much softer standing
in front of you.
I will forget to hold my breath and forget the metal plates around my heart
for the first time in a while,
The day will come that I stop
running, that I take these fragments and look
you in the eye while I attempt to put them back together.
I don't think we realize the weight
of what we're doing yet, the maps
we've laid out are so heavy on the scales of
fate and plans and I'm learning that it's likely
I'll end up somewhere warm without taking
all the precautions that I once thought
so necessary. Everything
in this world runs its course in stages, and you
you were simply the one that came after
the things that tried to break me, you started out as just
another page in my book but I'm hoping
that the ink never dries, i didn't know
I'd been living in corners or
painting myself in dull tones until you showed me the dreams that lay
behind your eyelids and up under
your skin. You are soft and warm
underneath, and I like
how the world rests on your tongue like you could make it
anything you want it to be, and as for me
I'd like to see the new light you
might paint me in and how
this next chapter might turn out sculpted within
the palms of your hands.
run your course through me,
I would love to be
the marks on your skin or
the colors behind your eyes- I would love
to be remembered by you.