you're not
leaving yet. no,
i'll glue your limbs to the pavement,
lower your waving hand,
tell you
something to make your eyes crinkle
again.
again,
again,
again.
let's do it again, except now
i know not to close my lips
when i smile,
not to look away
from the sun.
i know
someday a woman will love you,
sleep every night with your breath in her mouth,
not the briny gulp of ocean
i swallowed when trying to call you.
watch me now, see
how my eyes change when you talk.
you're not
leaving yet.
no.
No. I don't want to love you.
I don't want to play songs that sound like you
until they become my whole head, I don't want
to write a poem
if you ever call me laughing and cold
She has just showered, and her hair hangs limp down her back, washed of the shampoo she waited five minutes, forehead against the cool tile wall, to rinse off. The sky is ink and charcoal, but then, it has been for hours.
& walk around soho with maxi skirts & matcha & annotate the bell jar in velvet blue ink on curling pages with garamond font & wear my hair long down my back & dark sunglasses pulled up on my head & bangle bracelets that sli
Comments
OMG. I love this poem so much. This is so relatable and heart-breaking :)
aw thanks!!
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