My dear, I wish I could speak my mind. I would write in an eloquent letter and end the words with hearts Saying that the distance between us will not tear us apart But how do I tell you that and make those promises? When I'm suffocating with such deep misunderstanding..
I pick up the letter and smudge the ink Tear apart the sentences and cross out the hearts I love you, I love you, but I'm sure you love me not at all. How do I feel, what do I do? I'm tired when I endlessly think of you. And the paper cuts mock me. I give up before it drives me to insanity. And I will sleep, perhaps for all of eternity.
That day when you asked if you could tell me a secret I was so excited, But to be honest I freaked out. I was so unworthy of that weight. My simple heart cannot hold such pressure. The weight you are carrying. The knowledge that you've earned. I felt so unworthy of the words that would spill out of your lips. That day I felt something different. I thought I knew knowledge, I thought I knew how to take life as easily as a floating feather. I thought I knew how to take my problems and put it down with my fists. I thought I knew what is love. But that day your eyes told me a different story. Your eyes showed me a story of a thousand nights. A forest of thousand lives. A Library with thousand books. A universe of thousand skies.
Your eyes asked for trust that day It asked for a chamber with a lost key, Locked away and cannot be found for eternity.
But I am just a human. Unworthy of the treasury you wanted to give. Illiterate to the feelings you wanted to share. And unworthy of your trust.
she was as the smell of smoke, clinging to my fingertips. a linger of reckless abandon. she was always the first ****, burning my throat as i inhale. fingertips, trailing constellations, sweat glistening as the smoke coils.
i need fresh air. but my lungs are black, and i cannot breathe unaided.
One touch Calls forth reality Just a glimpse Caught off guard Never much Walls with a moment of clarity Of clearest quartz
Windows to the smokey undertones Dried bushes of roses Wilted, with petals to the wind Stained stones Line the path down Into the endless pits of brown Like bark of a tree Or perhaps nutrient-rich soils Of a secret garden Watered with internalized rains Never to flood out with great pains
In the garden Shielded away Is a pond of fish playing coy Above tangling reeds Only they stay Protected from hands that may destroy Or perhaps to brush against the hand that feeds Light filtering through the green curtain
Buried beneath roots of reeds Lies a chest of steel Painted with winged steeds Ghostly figures, perhaps once real Locked with a strange mechanism To which there is only one key Of the strangest sorts Perhaps lost to time Or kept close as can be Just out of sight
- Jay M February 5th, 2021
One touch of the hand when least expected, caught off guard can show a glimpse to something unknown. A look in the eyes could speak volumes, if you know how to read them.
You aren't anything I want. Your eyes alight at the chance to prove yourself superior. Being older shouldn't be an accomplishment It's a shame For you.
Wish I hadn't noticed the strange noise I heard. Whispers from within, screaming to reach open air, itching under my skin, to be real and true and free.
Gravity shifts quietly, gently I feel a weight in my arm, unbalanced tipping towards you wanting to stretch past the space the wide space 6 feet exactly, exactly too close not far enough.
Pretentious, obnoxious and yet I still long For you.
And then, seeing only part of your face, the other half obscured by a mask A physical one As I wore a different type beneath my own blue filter One that didn't show the way my eyes pleaded to drag over to the right where I could see you. To where I could pine For you.
I know it's impossible, infallibly fantastical. But seeing your face, Again I feel that buzz of attraction For you.
I still see you when I close my eyes and let my mind wander I wonder how your face would feel against mine Wonder how we would feel together.