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what i most wanted that christmas was a tree house.
but not a tree house-
a you and me house.
you told me you would climb branches and swing from vines
and build me any tree house under the sun so long as
i would marry you in the spring-
but i am impermanence personified and i cannot
commit to commit suicide,
even if it were in a tree house in spring.
-
so pull out your crayons boy
and start colouring in your white white world,
filled with holes and "what if"s.
remind the sun it shines gold, not yellow
and the grass is emerald and not green-
and your eyes are sapphire sapphire sapphire,
and never ever will be blue.
[you used to write me love notes on the
purple post-it notes on our kitchen counter-
but when your red red pen ran out,
you ran out too.]
so pick up your pencil and write your own
fucking fairytale ending because i can't write
your lullabies anymore-
not with blunt pencils and no hands to hold.
-
when she was five she used to draw letters
on the backs of my hands and make me
guess which ones she chose,
just to test that i was feeling her
and not just the wind on the back of my neck.
she used to scream words at me from underwater
and make me guess what she was trying to tell me,
but she sounded like she was speaking latin
and i am mono-lingual at best,
and we were never meant to last forever-
but we were, for that short short time,
the two princesses of bamarre;
ending up as fairies and living
out-of-sync-but-in-time.
[i'll love you forever, little fish.]
-
so stop telling the signs to
tell me to run away from water and
to live in the trees boy,
you tell me with your eyes.
but not a tree house-
a you and me house.
you told me you would climb branches and swing from vines
and build me any tree house under the sun so long as
i would marry you in the spring-
but i am impermanence personified and i cannot
commit to commit suicide,
even if it were in a tree house in spring.
-
so pull out your crayons boy
and start colouring in your white white world,
filled with holes and "what if"s.
remind the sun it shines gold, not yellow
and the grass is emerald and not green-
and your eyes are sapphire sapphire sapphire,
and never ever will be blue.
[you used to write me love notes on the
purple post-it notes on our kitchen counter-
but when your red red pen ran out,
you ran out too.]
so pick up your pencil and write your own
fucking fairytale ending because i can't write
your lullabies anymore-
not with blunt pencils and no hands to hold.
-
when she was five she used to draw letters
on the backs of my hands and make me
guess which ones she chose,
just to test that i was feeling her
and not just the wind on the back of my neck.
she used to scream words at me from underwater
and make me guess what she was trying to tell me,
but she sounded like she was speaking latin
and i am mono-lingual at best,
and we were never meant to last forever-
but we were, for that short short time,
the two princesses of bamarre;
ending up as fairies and living
out-of-sync-but-in-time.
[i'll love you forever, little fish.]
-
so stop telling the signs to
tell me to run away from water and
to live in the trees boy,
you tell me with your eyes.
Literature
we have the softest heartbeats
i don't know what it means when you say
you don't know what i mean.
the implications of my every sentence stain the
atmosphere like neon lights and i'm left wondering
how you can still be so clueless. how after
all this time. after all the sentences we traded
with each other. after every minute that makes
the miles smaller. you still don't get it. how
you could still not get me.
this is the part where i need to remind myself
that you were never mine.
you've never been anyone's because there isn't
a sentence simple enough to make you stay so
three words and eight letters won't leave you
breathless in between my bed sheet
Literature
so kill me, mockingbird
i once said, listen up,
because here's the way
it's going to work:
there will be milky ways
and mountains and clouds
dancing with rain,
the sun won't quite
look the same, and the moon
won't seem so dull.
i once said, come closer,
because there's something
that you need to know:
at night we'll breathe
against each other, move
with each other,
and our delirious melodies
will wake the waves
and shake the stars.
i once said, stay here,
don't go, never ever
leave me:
but here i am now,
eating my words
from a silver platter.
Literature
nine reasons why you should
nine reasons why you should never love a poet:
one.
we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.
two.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.
three.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haun
Suggested Collections
running, falling, landing.
but bamarre was just a dream, darling. wake the fuck up.
but bamarre was just a dream, darling. wake the fuck up.
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i love this.
it is beautiful
--
goodbye, my lover.
it is beautiful
--
goodbye, my lover.