Are if theses pens weren’t sexy enough already, but the comments are even better.
I want to write.
Ohhhh.
burrito-princess:
carbon dating
There are moment when
my memory lapses and i
can no longer recall the precise
colour of your eyes
or whether the tone
of your voice is
more like a forest
or an empty room
occasionally my heart
reaches down to suckerpunch
my lungs
when i see
your eyes in
someone else, or
your hands
on a boy in the street
i sometimes try not to remember
the hours, days, months
i spent exploring
the caves of you and us
because if i dwell
on that and
turn the thought of
us over and over
like an old,
well-thumbed coin,
i will have to remember
that i was
in there for too long.
i could not find my way out,
and lay
with my head at your heart
until the cave
collapsed in
on me and
swallowed me whole
when they pulled me
from the wreckage,
they said in
falsely cheerful tones that
“the dust will wash off.”
“the bruises will fade.”
“you’re lucky to be alive.”
i nodded smiled grimaced walked away alive
and yet, there
is still something that
will not
leave me
you have buried yourself
caustic
swirling
inside my bloodstream
and so though
occasionally
i am at a loss as to
the precise number of
freckles on
your face,
my body cannot
will not
let me forget
you
in your entirety
our caves trapped me too long for that.
in another life
we are geologists
examining rock
after rock
in an attempt to find
a suitable one
that is absolutely
unshakable.
but in this life
i tread with caution
on cracks
in the pavement
and i wonder
too often
if the caves trapped you, as well
and that’s why you never call.