I think of closeness
i think of you
of raw hearts
open, bleeding, real
our ugliness, strangeness, heavenliness, opened and closed
the tenderness shared,
connected by a string between two raw hearts…
i crave it in every moment
Let’s entomb our love
Beneath sodden earth
Where we can find rest
Away from each other
And slowly unbend our fingers
From their once interwoven shape
And let memories slip away
Into a past life
There is a truth between us, and a truth between any two people, that is rarely acknowledged, not even at the first sign of trouble –
Some discover their truth much too late, many never at all,
And isn’t it tragic that we may never discover the truth about us,
As a pairing –
Let alone, as individuals?
We deserve that much, surely, to understand the objective truth between us?
The subject will inevitably surface in talks with our friends as we reflect upon what we had;
But none of our friends could truly understand us, as a pairing –
Our struggles and joys,
Because our truth may never be realized, not even between us, not even after we have long moved on.
And next to news headlines of terror and poverty, our loss of truth will be only a small sorrow.
Quiet souls do not always want to be amplified.
Try to listen before trying to pry us out
Where we rest comfortably in our own stillness.
I am holding my breath but never releasing it.
Unwillingly bound to my own tragic chronicles,
I just need the chemicals in my brain to leave me alone.
But if the bad is cut out, the good also goes.
So leave me numb, and let me drift.
I hope I can abandon this selfish, deprecating mind
And rearrange my chronicles
To mold a mind that ignores me altogether.
Drab walls, coffee stains
This is a slow death.