Read me

Inside and outside.

Know my thesis as well as you know my cover.

To those who dont know me describe my font like only you know it;

To those who do, decypher the odd bits that they dont even understand.

Read me inbetween my stanzas,

Between the lines where even though im not saying anything directly.

You still understand me.

Let me be your author.

Read me.

5, 4, 3…

It was five, five before you would find your time had long run out at the end of the line, and with a rushed goodbye be wisked away with both of us wishing that you could stay.

Four, on the floor, as I searched once more, all my studio apartment, for your charging chord. To be the hero one last time; to see that awestruck look in your eyes, and make one last worry dissapear in time

Three, had to be, you and me and he, not allowed to get to close, but still wanting nothing but each others company. Sneaking hand holding in the back of the car, as we shot across distances, however far.

Two, me and you, black and blue, torn up from a day that hell had surely grew, but both of us knowing what yesterday knew. Just how to get through this, when it was just me and you

One. Second to none. A number infinately more than zero, but only by a small sum. The amount of days left together. We will spend it on the run. Or we’ll spend it in the sun. Thinking up all the things we should have done.

Zero, back to five, I wish you didnt have to go. But you’ll miss work and school, I know, I know… But I’ll still be tracing the outline of your silhouette, and I close my eyes as it grows quiet in my head. And I’ll dream of you, come on you stupid sheep. Five four three two one… Sleep.

Pause

A soft wind blows through the grass,

As soft as her fingers through my hair,

It rattles the chains of the nearby swingset,

Accompaniment to the quiet sounds of trafic on an empty street.

Her smile is cool and gentle,

I see its outline while squinting up at her,

The blue sky halos her head like a crown,

My head is resting on her lap.

I kiss her hands as she smooths my stubbly face,

The whole world erases itself, save this park on the side of the road

It’s a good afternoon….

Bite my tongue

Should of bit my tongue

Held back those words vile,

no matter how badly I wished to say them

Tastes like raw meat

Fulfilling in a sense and sickening

Flesh that fills the mouth animalisticaly

Just to be spit out and rot, no sustenance

Only salmonella

Infecting the ears of the target,

Que instinct as we bite and gnash one ‘gainst the other

Words cleverly crafted,

Employed to bite, to tear

What good was this waisted remark

If all our love for another goes to the dogs from it

Bite my tongue

How can you spend all day

Throwing your life to poems and proses

How can you waist your stay?

In a lovely location with your head writing lyrics

Well honestly I can tell you today

I didn’t waist it writing, oh don’t be mistook

To quote what Douglas Adams would say,

It takes much longer, to not write a book

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You whispered

And my heart screamed

That is love