#zn
As I sit here listening to you through my phone,
I can't help but think how familiar you've become.
Your smell as you walk into my room,
and the sounds of your guitar played so simply
while trying to figure out just the right chord.
Your laugh when you look at something embarrassing,
and the little symphony of noises you make
while falling asleep.
You see, the truth is, I don't mind.
I don't mind being familiar with these things.
I don't mind that you don't always want to talk,
but that you want my presence anyways.
I don't mind watching videos of you
in your younger years and listening to the
sentimental pop music that accompanies it.
The truth is, I rather like them.
I like feeling the familiar curve of your body
when it's curled against mine.
I like that you look to me during scary movies,
even though I'm just as afraid.
Familiarity isn't just an empty word.
For most, it's the feeling you get when you
walk in the front door after being gone a long time.
For me, it's the feeling I get when I walk through the front door
of a caribou, or a movie theater, or baseball stadium...
and see you waiting on the other side.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
You're here even when you're not.
You exist between the cracks in my bed,
and within the fibers of my pillow.
I can still feel your footsteps in the floorboards;
the smooth wood where your toes crept across,
and the indent you left with your heel.
I can still feel where your hands came to rest on me,
only moving with the rhythm of my lungs.
Your breathing was the only calm thing in the room
as I molded you into me, locking in our shape.
They put the walls up to contain me,
but you're the only person who ever could.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
The sighs that roll off my chest would be useful
if they were into your neck. I'm not a smoker,
but your touch is like pure nicotine and I sizzle
like a dying cigarette.
The ocean hanging on the wall is nothing
like the ocean in your eyes.
The shore is battered and eroded with the
heavy waves that caused the warning signs.
I ignored them.
The sound of your breath is better than
any sleeping pill, but with twice the risk.
The labels would be the same.
Don't take in excess.
The result could be just as fatal.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC