(i wonder if you) twitch
i want to stop reading
ever word i see
knowing full well the context
of everything thats around me
i wish you were here right now,
dear, what is keeping you gone
why can’t you come read it to me
until all the words you’ve written are gone.
and then we’ll write new ones.
that i can read out loud
or trace along the crevices of your skin
and im sure i’d be so much surer
of us if i could hear it on your lips
read life to me like a story
i just need for you to tell me mine
i’ll stop the vicodin
if you’ll stop the blaming
and i won’t let it happen again.
picture me:
in the face of anyone else
saying no no no no no, i love her
because i’ve used those words before
and when i am hurt, i hurt.
and i hurt.
read it all back to me
because it would be beautiful if we survived it
read it all back to me
because it would be beautiful if it was no longer what we thought
but instead just the heat of your breath
rising to the ceiling, escpaing through your window
and what if we were just alone,
you and me
without any thoughts of what was
only a desire to find what could be
even if you don’t now,
will you love me again?