how many
people
will see you
like this
eyes
closed
heart
beating
like
broken drums
tilted chin
hair drenched
in
sweat
open lips
Your silhouette.
carves into the night
an undying light.
Stars on your skin and
moon in the small of your
back. I worship you like
the God the
world has
lost.
In that moment
I know a part of me
had died
For I
Will never be able
to love anyone
like that
again
Not even
you.
Especially
You.
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once upon a time I used to save my text messages into the draft folder of my cellphone. Nowadays I cant do that anymore, iphones and their real time technology will always let the other person know to expect a message being written, and I'm not 23 anymore I shouldn't be doing it. So I write poems instead. Bad poetry, but it's better than forgetting. I started to forget you and I didn't want to. I was asked why do my poems write a lot about the body and the crashings of the bodies, and I didn't know what to do but laughing because I didn't write poems I was just trying to describe my wounds and make them pretty otherwise all I've got left of you is silence and unhealed scars. But it's my punishment, because I forgot who you are.
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once upon a time I used to save my text messages into the draft folder of my cellphone. Nowadays I cant do that anymore, iphones and their real time technology will always let the other person know to expect a message being written, and I'm not 23 anymore I shouldn't be doing it. So I write poems instead. Bad poetry, but it's better than forgetting. I started to forget you and I didn't want to. I was asked why do my poems write a lot about the body and the crashings of the bodies, and I didn't know what to do but laughing because I didn't write poems I was just trying to describe my wounds and make them pretty otherwise all I've got left of you is silence and unhealed scars. But it's my punishment, because I forgot who you are.
