they say
that when a poet falls in love with you,
you live forever.
i’m here to tell you,
it isnt true.
i write to burn you out
of my heart and my spine every word
is a birthday candle
blown out with my breath.
i write to capture you
freeze you in time
a prisoner of memory
and adoration.
but the papers will yellow and crumble
to dust
Technology rot in
Entropic chaos.
my words can attempt
to capture a shade, a shadow
of your magnificent
impossible existence.
my words can construct
a shallow portrait
can contrive a journey
determining which cosmic events
caused you to breathe.
my words on the breeze
will travel far
and dissipate into existence
becoming a part
of the striving.
they say
when a poet falls in love with you,
you live forever.
i’m here to tell you,
you were meant for more than
a stagnant idea of futile longing in the soul of one creature in the universe.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
they say
that when a poet falls in love with you,
you live forever.
i’m here to tell you,
it isnt true.
i write to burn you out
of my heart and my spine every word
is a birthday candle
blown out with my breath.
i write to capture you
freeze you in time
a prisoner of memory
and adoration.
but the papers will yellow and crumble
to dust
Technology rot in
Entropic chaos.
my words can attempt
to capture a shade, a shadow
of your magnificent
impossible existence.
my words can construct
a shallow portrait
can contrive a journey
determining which cosmic events
caused you to breathe.
my words on the breeze
will travel far
and dissipate into existence
becoming a part
of the striving.
they say
when a poet falls in love with you,
you live forever.
i’m here to tell you,
you were meant for more than
a stagnant idea of futile longing in the soul of one creature in the universe.
