nothing gold can stay

i try my best to ignore the fact
that one day,
i'll see my first laughter line
a sign
of my own body rejecting my laughter

the beautiful are
the ****** in this land
we call earth

you are an echo of my voice colliding with the wet walls of this place. 'it's okay!' i scream. 'it's okay' you, my echo, say; you whisper like a flower petal in the wind. (it will dry up and die, just like we will eventually)
                                there are better days
                                somewhere far away from here
                                i swear - i can tell
vanilla chocolate chip is my favourite flavour of all time. the beauty of it all is equivalent to the sadness - i imagine what you'd taste like before i sleep and try not to cry. those misty eyes are not the answer.
                                so many days of
                                solitude on my beige walls
                                hanging, bitter, art
i pedal slowly away from the end. i am not ready for anything this dark. i sing every single love song ever written to the wind. she is my best of friends really.
                                *i can't get those words
                                unlodged from my aching throat
                                love's trapped there for now.

i'm just walking on concrete,
while you're walking on water;
even though you're not jesus,
even though you can't see this
love inside of my eyes.
what a surprise.
what a surprise.

im waiting for you in the attic and you'd find it strange but
im tracing your name in the dust on the floorboards
and wearing my father's old letter jacket
and thinking about the night when you tied the thread around my finger and told me red is a reminder of your love
so when you left i pulled at the strings until my fingernail turned white
and willed for color to spill