secondember

What's left of me now- except this simulacrum Because, there is no me anymore not without you- I've forgotten the rest what life was before,  and what it could be,  I don't recognise my name anymore when it's not next to yours this simulacrum- I don't know what I am; not without you

In your grace; like alchemy, how suffering sublimates  into joy by your hands your smile, how it engulfs my soul and the shine of your eyes how the night glows and your finger tips that touch the sky, and pull it into your palms, the cloak of dawn that rests on your shoulders  every time your laugh pulls me from this world, and into your grace

you taught me how to talk, i didn't have the words before so between the pieces I knew I tried to fill the spaces between with gestures  the signals that ended up meaning the opposite  and having to pretend I understood the words, and when we walked across the night, asking how to say this and that- for this language I always sought  but never thought i'd speak and with so many words lost in translation  our hearts filled the spaces between

What have we done- to stay as us? In losing everything we were- how we augur gold into pyrite and it's true, I've been a fool- It's easier like this, to forget but those memories  are burnt into my skin ethereal; to stand in your light,  when it scorched my soul

How you've changed your tune, the songs you sing how you distorted every word and scramble to get the crowd with your flailing arms  how you scream your whispers and I'm too far away now and there's not anything  for you to do now-  so you can burn twice. 

When I was shining,   it wasn't much more  than the glows of the embers that lit my skin on fire so the warmth of my embrace was little in consolation  from the depths that I fell into but you jumped with both feet and sped faster into the abyss just to save me from myself when I immolated my life- you sat with me in the hollows and held my hand, waiting for me despite no sign of the fire dying and when my revenge  turned my heart into ash you clutched onto the remains when you pulled me from the fire