in days i write
for seas at edge
bending to be
rather than without you
and i quake for rivers
in tears i swallow
like pride and your eyes
digging into mine
we bend to break
to feel like rib cages
around my heart
which feels like vitality
i used to tell myself
to dance instead of wallow
but toxicity consumes
egos flourish
satan dances on your shoulder
to twist in sin
felt like your lips on my back
with windows opened
the mist transcends
and i can almost feel you
again
but i hear you in night
your eyes from shadows
i used to tell myself it was love
but love only hurts in certain occasions
and what we tell ourselves
is merely filters to make sense
of something we can’t let go
i danced for you
thighs and edges
vhs tapes you left beside
where nostalgia set us
your lips and sins
broken rib cages
it was all in vain
yet you were all in my veins
you never made sense to me