i. Gone but not
Ive been working towards a
A stretch for love, of hope. Of
Your twisted mind searches deep for a
forgotten memory, one
thats crumbled under its tender weight.
I miss you more than you know. I wish
you could say the same.
I dont stay awake any
my mind is open like my
letting the cold in.
yet it refuses to allow me evolve. allow
me to experience.
allow me to explain: its open to
suffer but not for you.
Im open there but so, so closed
It wont let me live.
iii. an olive branch
Hope was lost when we became the
lovechild of wildflowers and the devil.
But its quiet presence,
fluttering and perched in promise
lied in each of our last shuddered
It wanted to be found.
Nothing was enough to excite that single
but perhaps we will one day experience
the exhale of endless joy and love
woven through us
like each brilliant thread in the
tapestry of life wrapped around me.
Perhaps light dripping through blooming
or the sweet whispers from the ones I love
is enough to release that
wings trembling but spread
We live in a filthy world of
but never one of longing.
If only we could find hope
iv. something about
My love for you is a sea of
Petals and thorns washed
But like my eyes your dark heart
A bridge has burned, we exist no