My lips were still parted
as I walked heavy hearted
dragging my feet
like darkness,
across a dimly lit street.
I stopped 4 times.
Four times
between the security gates
and the bed
your scent still slept in.
1
You turned to walk away.
I couldn't breathe,
like my lungs had learned
your leaving.
I begged you to turn around,
in whispers,
through heaving.
I wondered if they had run me through
the x ray machine,
the way they did the rest of your baggage,
would they have been able to see it break me.
The rungs of my ribs
collapsing
under each step we took apart.
my heart sinking in my chest,
like treasure.
My hands clenched around each other
if not out of loneliness,
than in prayer
for you,
for yours.
(Walk)
2
I didn't know where I was going
at first,
I thought my moving, madness.
See?
You wouldn't really go.
I didn't make it to the elevator.
Nothing about me in that moment,
could fit into a box
I couldn't be brought down any further
I couldn't watch the doors close
on the only forever I ever had.
Too much symbolism will get to you like that.
The way I see you in
clocks and calendars,
still clinging to a countdown
your watch would stop short of.
I can still hear mine tick.
The way I smell you in
cocoa butter and ocean mist,
our love belonged on a beach
but swam too far from shore.
The way I taste you in
red wine and cigarettes,
I was drunk on your stare,
But you know those things will **** you.
The way I feel you in
poetry and panic,
praying into my palms
until my body felt holy.
Sometimes I write to your God.
(Take the stairs)
3
I'm outside.
The air is lit like a cigarette.
My body,
frayed
like a fuse.
Im bursting at the seems
of a skin that has never quite fit me.
Pounding on the doors of a mind
who can't remember
why?
I recalled every moment
you held forever in your eyelids,
then blinked.
When suddenly it hit me,
what if this time you really meant
goodbye?
I was trapped in wide open space.
Like the ones between my fingers.
like the one growing in my stomach,
like the one on the other side of the bed.
I guess I should have mentioned,
It would **** me if you left.
(walk)
4
I didn't leave a note this time.
But I promise
I had a million words to say to you,
I typed them up,
I wrote them down.
Watching each one
rise at my fingertips
and fall at your feet.
The way I did.
You spoke like family.
You felt like the pages
of my favorite book
when I ran my fingers up your spine.
I kept every note I wrote,
this time.
I couldn't hide another word
in the soft folds of your suitcase.
Secrets never travel well.
(Shhh)
I touched the door you'd touched before me.
Empty rooms are like a boxing ring,
My back was against the ropes
while my eyes fell to the drapes
tracking take-offs like ticket sales.
We packed the house.
Our home.
As time huffed and puffed
and blew the whole thing
down.
I stopped four times.
Each time I'd turn back
but when I started,
I'd remember the last time you left
while I watched, heavy hearted.
My lips were still parted.
Our lips were still parted.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
My lips were still parted
as I walked heavy hearted
dragging my feet
like darkness,
across a dimly lit street.
I stopped 4 times.
Four times
between the security gates
and the bed
your scent still slept in.
1
You turned to walk away.
I couldn't breathe,
like my lungs had learned
your leaving.
I begged you to turn around,
in whispers,
through heaving.
I wondered if they had run me through
the x ray machine,
the way they did the rest of your baggage,
would they have been able to see it break me.
The rungs of my ribs
collapsing
under each step we took apart.
my heart sinking in my chest,
like treasure.
My hands clenched around each other
if not out of loneliness,
than in prayer
for you,
for yours.
(Walk)
2
I didn't know where I was going
at first,
I thought my moving, madness.
See?
You wouldn't really go.
I didn't make it to the elevator.
Nothing about me in that moment,
could fit into a box
I couldn't be brought down any further
I couldn't watch the doors close
on the only forever I ever had.
Too much symbolism will get to you like that.
The way I see you in
clocks and calendars,
still clinging to a countdown
your watch would stop short of.
I can still hear mine tick.
The way I smell you in
cocoa butter and ocean mist,
our love belonged on a beach
but swam too far from shore.
The way I taste you in
red wine and cigarettes,
I was drunk on your stare,
But you know those things will **** you.
The way I feel you in
poetry and panic,
praying into my palms
until my body felt holy.
Sometimes I write to your God.
(Take the stairs)
3
I'm outside.
The air is lit like a cigarette.
My body,
frayed
like a fuse.
Im bursting at the seems
of a skin that has never quite fit me.
Pounding on the doors of a mind
who can't remember
why?
I recalled every moment
you held forever in your eyelids,
then blinked.
When suddenly it hit me,
what if this time you really meant
goodbye?
I was trapped in wide open space.
Like the ones between my fingers.
like the one growing in my stomach,
like the one on the other side of the bed.
I guess I should have mentioned,
It would **** me if you left.
(walk)
4
I didn't leave a note this time.
But I promise
I had a million words to say to you,
I typed them up,
I wrote them down.
Watching each one
rise at my fingertips
and fall at your feet.
The way I did.
You spoke like family.
You felt like the pages
of my favorite book
when I ran my fingers up your spine.
I kept every note I wrote,
this time.
I couldn't hide another word
in the soft folds of your suitcase.
Secrets never travel well.
(Shhh)
I touched the door you'd touched before me.
Empty rooms are like a boxing ring,
My back was against the ropes
while my eyes fell to the drapes
tracking take-offs like ticket sales.
We packed the house.
Our home.
As time huffed and puffed
and blew the whole thing
down.
I stopped four times.
Each time I'd turn back
but when I started,
I'd remember the last time you left
while I watched, heavy hearted.
My lips were still parted.
Our lips were still parted.
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