ive kissed him more times in this room than my own, on made beds and drunk on floors, outside in the hallway
Clean sinks and washing dishes, these pristine undergrounds. Sterile lighting, talking through window screens.
I get insecure, loving you. And I give myself up too easily. Before I speak, the only thing I fear is myself, not now but in another time, losing you to my own accord.
Je ne demande jamais d’aide, et je ne suis pas sur, avant de t’aimer. Lentement les saisons changent, nous les regardons reorganiser. Garde moi pres, a l’abri, laisse toi a code de moi. Les jours vieillissent, avoir mon coeur. Prends ton temps. . .
Only
kisses became black and blue,
the softness replaced hands around my neck
im carrying this weight with me,
I want to disappear
Into open pages, closed palettes
Quitting teams,
Games on hills on corners of campus
Stories running through the woods, falling down hills
Language of color, language of silence
Speak in actions of the unseen
Shift the scales
It’s like your ghost is still haunting torn down renevations
Tunnel vision triangulating geometric form
I know you don't know
In these hours of golden illuminated spaces
Houses of trees without leaves
L’heure d’or, la lavende dans l’aire
paint my words in open air
Donc je ne peux pas resister
Leave your ghost,
You are gold to me
Empty fluorescent lines illuminate blank fabric
Writing on projection glass walls
Numbers and letters and baggy clothes and I don’t deserve to be writing any of this
Im writing in front of you
but can't bring the words to my lips