If God made anything better, he kept it for himself
I will use my rent money to buy the famous painting of that silent crying moon in your mind. I will adore your aging pages, and fix your broken backbone, each disc filled with a memory we made. we will watch the sunset fall apart but live with our hearts in our calloused hands. we will live until we discover all that we ever had was just A Lie.
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.“
maybe I love you because you are the only one who can undress my mind and make it a home for me.
you loosen your grip on my words
as I undress the cities alive in your eyes
you raise your hopes, then your voice
as I despoil the gold in your heart
you drive me to tears, then tear at your skin
I break your heart; you say let’s take a break
congratulations, you’ve left me waiting
up until now, and for all this while