Our love was the way we hugged when
we said goodbye:
two anchors, with limbs tangled
we jumped into the sea
knowing, yet ignoring the fact that
we were drowning each other,
we were killing each other.
I loved you because your lungs were filled with water, too,
until I realized
I didn’t want to drown anymore.
I shed the skin you burned
with your fingertips,
and ever so slowly rose to the surface,
my lungs bursting with the anticipation
of air.
When I told myself I’d love again after you broke my heart, I always imagined it would be with someone else.
The human condition is a sad
one–two
souls long to unite,
their one barrier being themselves.
Words
toss and turn
in my mind, sleeplessly
trying to realize the truth of what
we were. There is distortion
in the movie
that plays on repeat in my head.
Sometimes the actors change
the script slightly, and
like a game of telephone, the verity is
gone.There may be no truth
remaining in my reality. I
turn and toss
in my bed, hoping to reveal what
we were. Hoping that
the script was based on
a true story, that this was
not a mindless twisted obsession. That
the waves within me which I have
worked so hard to kill were real
in the first place. That
I loved you, once.
I’m sitting here trying
not to think of
you,
but my mind always lets you
s
l
i
p
in through the cracks when it
wanders.
There are bustling cities
in your kaleidoscope eyes,
and I’ve been waiting for an adventure.
Let me explore them.
There are stories etched
into your porcelain skin,
and I’ve been yearning to get lost in one.
Let me read them.
There are words wedged
between your peanut butter lips
that I’ve been dying to hear you say.
Let me taste them.
The future is flowing
through the lines on your hands,
and I’ve always been superstitious.
Let me feel them.
There are fires burning
in your minefield mind,
and I’ve always loved the heat.
Let me smell the smoke.
I’m being dragged along on a string
you have long forgotten
you tied.
Now you’ve tied him
on another one,
and I’m bleeding
from being pulled so far.
Please
reel me in,
or cut me loose.
the sun entered your eyes
when they met hers
and the way you held her in photographs
defines love in a way my words cannot.
i can see what love is,
but my heart is closed and cold, chiseled
from unforgiving stone, and I will never
understand the warmth.
I cannot see the way you look at me
or if the moon resides in your eyes.
I do not like photographs; the way they
distort the perfect
pictures in our minds.
So I may never know the definition of us.
Love does not make the world go round,
but it makes the ride worthwhile.
So brothers, sisters, let’s hold hands and give
the universe a smile.
We are so much
alike that
I sometimes wonder what parts of
me
don’t have pieces
to match up with
you.
Silenticel 