Perhaps my mind is running itself in circles again, but it feels as if summer is coming to an end too soon, & that terrifies me a little. I feel there so many things I did not do over the past two months that I should have done, & I've spent much of today worrying about that. Which is rather exhausting & not at all productive - but how difficult it is to turn off a brain that insists on constantly racing & chasing & twisting in on itself. Here, then, is a poem to reflect the jaggedness of today. Something sharp & yearning but soft still. Blooming & quiet despite all of its edges.
Enjoy, loves. xx
Of Broken Glass & Fallen Lovers
it was something m o n s t r o u s, this want for you. something lethal, like: i shouldn’t want this. like: i do anyway. like: shattered kisses, bloody smiles – all this and the fireworks too, who’d have thought it, darling?
the dream was something d e a d l y. torn clothes, split lips, a car crash 15 years too young. like: war stories never end well. like: let’s tell one anyway. like: teach the bruises how to bloom again, won’t you, darling?
but it happened like something f a t a l in the worst way. laughter dancing in the dark. your touch soft as sunrise and just as sweet. like: surrender shouldn’t be this light. like: i think i like it anyway. like: gentle lips, quiet hands – what a strange salvation, don’t you think, d a r l i n g ?