secondember

  It should be easy to see eye to eye because when I see you, I see me but there's no scars like your own and nothing scars like your own so when we draw eachother's blood what picture are we painting? What does it mean when my heart is in your chest?  Is there a way to mend this vein? We hope words can cure but what language do we use? When we never learnt how to say 'I love you' What words do I say? To show you how much you mean to me I'd better learn soon before I'm left with all the words  and not you

it sits there and it takes a smile from you when you're walking in the sun it reminds me that you're not there it doesn't let me go this confusion and this denial that grief is enveloped in so we try to walk closer now when we're walking in the sun

I'm left now with all my joy and my pain, that ingratitude grows in and mercy lifts from my eyes how I wish for more and how I give thanks for what I have my tears, that wash over me they speak every language I say I need nothing else-  and how I crave it all and my destiny, that I pray for these blessings my joy and my pain

Remember when we stood together? Then you contorted, and now I don't recognise you  So don't call me by my old name, the one you gave me, for you. Don't beckon the past, those memories scorched  along with any love for you now you stand by your choices there, there's no space for two- no man is an island but i'd rather this piece of solitude,  than to be with you and I'd burn every bridge to keep this peace, away from you. 

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