for the first time, being without you isn’t what terrifies me. it is the fact that i am without you, and i’m okay.
it’s scary to think i can move on when i loved you so much // a.s.m
Tag: original poetry
my ethereal reality,
my dream-like state–
between your open arms and
the open curtains
where heaven pours in.
waking up next to you // a.s.m
i fell in love with
words and promises instead
of with a person.
and you didn’t keep your promises // a.s.m
I can’t tell if
I get sad
on the days that I miss you,
or if
I miss you
on the days when I’m sad.
i see you, limp
on the ground
in every room of this house
and sometimes on sidewalks
and in darkly lit places.i’ve been sleeping with the lights
on lately, but
they don’t protect me
from the darkness
that’s entered my mindthey leave,
constantly illuminated,
the inescapable end
i discovered in your eyes
as they rolled back
into your head
on the hardwood floors
where we used to build
empires.
your civil war // a.s.m
there is peace,
too much peace.these walls are saturated,
dripping, and sickly sweet with
the stillness of avoidance –
nauseatingly daunting.there
is always movement underneath
a still surface, there is always
something
eager to erupt.
Krakatau // a.s.m
i reside in
what i don’t own
what isn’t home
what isn’t mine anymore.i reach for hands
i once found shelter in,
i slip on my feet and
scrape the bottom of this
circulating stream.i once sought structure
in the scattered.i’m carried off
to go somewhere
i do not know
that isn’t mine
that isn’t home.
planktonic // a.s.m
love child of earth and blood
and purpling sky, with
eyes that need only glance
to pry
open doors that have long been
bolted shut.
those eyes
a mix of dirt and blood;
sway me into a
drunken stupor, consume me
with your cabernet eyes.
cabernet eyes // a.s.m
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