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i saw you today, for the first time in months.
i admit, it took me a few seconds to remember
all the words to the song you played on repeat in
your car, the one you couldn’t sing with open eyes.
the music used to come so easily to me,
but when i saw you today, i could only remember
the chorus, and it stuttered its way through my head
over and over again. for the life of me, i don’t know
what comes next.
i have spent years picking up the pieces of you
that you left behind, years spent memorizing
the echo of your heartbeat and the rhythm of
your breaths. your favorite color is purple.
you like sunflowers, autumn, and the creek
that flows behind your house. you like movies
and popcorn, you like ferris wheels and candy apples.
you love your mother and miss your father. you’re
afraid of alcohol and terrified of yourself. there
was a point in my life when i thought maybe i’d
be able to grow old next to you.
i know it’s stupid, but i’m afraid of not knowing you anymore
because if i’ve learned anything in the last four years, it’s
that favorite colors change. what you want to be
one day, you will not want to be the next.
people are hard to pin down.
people are math equations with too many variables
and not enough constants. people aren’t scripts,
they’re not easy to memorize. someone keeps going back
and changing the words when you think you’ve
got all the lines down. you’ve never got all the lines down—
someone else will always be typing something new.
i miss the way your voice rolled itself over the vowels of
my poetry, miss the way the words i dedicated to
you dripped off your tongue. i miss opening my eyes
in the morning to that song already playing in my head,
my eyes pressed shut as i sing along to words i don’t understand.
i miss knowing what to get you for your birthday. i miss the person
i was years ago when i thought all it took to know a person
was a bullet point list of all their favorite things. people aren’t
lists. they’re not photo albums. they’re atoms and molecules
and the insides of stars and something so dangerously beautiful,
indiscernibly terrible that the closest we can ever get
to understanding each other is figuring out why we sing certain
songs like we’re drowning in the middle of the ocean
and we’re just now realizing that maybe we should have learned
to believe in a god or at least learned how to keep
our heads above the water for long enough to survive.
today, i saw you again for the first time in four years
and seven months. i realized that the poem i wrote you
no longer applies. if i hadn’t titled it with your name,
i would have forgotten who i wrote it about.
people are hard to pen down.
i admit, it took me a few seconds to remember
all the words to the song you played on repeat in
your car, the one you couldn’t sing with open eyes.
the music used to come so easily to me,
but when i saw you today, i could only remember
the chorus, and it stuttered its way through my head
over and over again. for the life of me, i don’t know
what comes next.
i have spent years picking up the pieces of you
that you left behind, years spent memorizing
the echo of your heartbeat and the rhythm of
your breaths. your favorite color is purple.
you like sunflowers, autumn, and the creek
that flows behind your house. you like movies
and popcorn, you like ferris wheels and candy apples.
you love your mother and miss your father. you’re
afraid of alcohol and terrified of yourself. there
was a point in my life when i thought maybe i’d
be able to grow old next to you.
i know it’s stupid, but i’m afraid of not knowing you anymore
because if i’ve learned anything in the last four years, it’s
that favorite colors change. what you want to be
one day, you will not want to be the next.
people are hard to pin down.
people are math equations with too many variables
and not enough constants. people aren’t scripts,
they’re not easy to memorize. someone keeps going back
and changing the words when you think you’ve
got all the lines down. you’ve never got all the lines down—
someone else will always be typing something new.
i miss the way your voice rolled itself over the vowels of
my poetry, miss the way the words i dedicated to
you dripped off your tongue. i miss opening my eyes
in the morning to that song already playing in my head,
my eyes pressed shut as i sing along to words i don’t understand.
i miss knowing what to get you for your birthday. i miss the person
i was years ago when i thought all it took to know a person
was a bullet point list of all their favorite things. people aren’t
lists. they’re not photo albums. they’re atoms and molecules
and the insides of stars and something so dangerously beautiful,
indiscernibly terrible that the closest we can ever get
to understanding each other is figuring out why we sing certain
songs like we’re drowning in the middle of the ocean
and we’re just now realizing that maybe we should have learned
to believe in a god or at least learned how to keep
our heads above the water for long enough to survive.
today, i saw you again for the first time in four years
and seven months. i realized that the poem i wrote you
no longer applies. if i hadn’t titled it with your name,
i would have forgotten who i wrote it about.
people are hard to pen down.
Literature
What have you said at 3 am?
Eyelids are heavy,
thoughts heavier,
feelings heaviest
and they say-
many fears are born
of fatigue and loneliness,
maybe this starlit conversation,
you'll discover
the thing he fears most,
with those sandbag eyes
and train wreck sentences,
is losing you.
Literature
Insanity needs company
and now I’m stuck here,
pondering,
how the walls became
a veiny sight-
(could the cause be me calling out
your name
in the middle of the night?)
and alone I stand here,
wondering,
how my feet got
nailed upon this floor-
(do you hold my ankles
like an anchor
does the shore?)
and I know it’s been thirteen years
since you were here at all,
according to the hash marks
carved upon
the wooden wall
but I can’t
let go
of our memories,
that haunt
me everyday
so for now,
I’ll let the doc declare:
Insanity needs company.
Literature
Ignorant Wisdom
The best of us die young
Why?
We are blood and body
Mind and muddled matter
That decays from the very air
Necessary like an addiction
Our eyes are skin and sinew
Senses intaking a surface
But to the machine of faults
What is there lost to us?
The best of us are of will
As what will be passed belief
The demanding of subconscious
Edicts of the soul
Then why do they die?
Why must a will be severed
When it drives our existence
All that there is
And will ever represent us?
Why do vessels feed the muscle?
Bones hold up our legs
And a head with strong neck
That its aspirations rise?
The best of us accomplish
Tasks of a higher calibre
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sempiternal (adj)--of never ending duration
(so technically to make sense the poem should be titled, like, 'not sempiternal' but that kind of ruins it. so im telling you now i guess. whatever i tried to find a fancy word for impermanent)
(im so damn busy right now and so so tired. registration for next year starts soon and, like, what the fuck, right? i mean it's only february and they already expect us to plan out our next year of this shit?)
this poem is dedicated to all the people i've lost touch with/grown apart from. i really do truly hope that y'all are all happy.
and that also goes for everyone else out there. have a good day/tomorrow/valentine's day/what have you!
lol i also referenced my old people on paper poems lol did anyone catch that or
(so technically to make sense the poem should be titled, like, 'not sempiternal' but that kind of ruins it. so im telling you now i guess. whatever i tried to find a fancy word for impermanent)
(im so damn busy right now and so so tired. registration for next year starts soon and, like, what the fuck, right? i mean it's only february and they already expect us to plan out our next year of this shit?)
this poem is dedicated to all the people i've lost touch with/grown apart from. i really do truly hope that y'all are all happy.
and that also goes for everyone else out there. have a good day/tomorrow/valentine's day/what have you!
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