It is so late and I'm going to make this a quick post, because I've been trying to perfect this poem for about three hours, and I truly don't think it is going to be any better than the way it is now. This one's a love poem, of sorts, and I'm not entirely sure whether I hate it, but I do know that I don't like it one bit. It's just... not cohesive at all and in the morning I'll probably be editing it to death.
But Friday Poetry must go on, so here we are. See you on Monday, everyone!
Something like a Miracle
you look at me like you are a dark thing lurking in the shadows, like you want to brew a hurricane out of the freckles on my skin. I’ve spent my whole life running away from the rain, but you make my brain twirl a chemical dance, tipsy on serotonin and dopamine and adrenaline, drunk on something that transcends chemical formulas.
I want to say I don’t love you, but one look and all the buildings I’ve burned to the ground don’t matter any more. sometimes I trick myself into thinking that I am not broken, that the marks on my skin are constellations instead of scars. with you, it doesn’t feel like an illusion anymore.
my hands are full of question marks. my teeth are full of ashes. I am caged in the air you breathe, chained in the space between seconds, and you inhale time as if it’s yours to keep. I am helpless in the face of a clock ticking backwards, but you shine so brightly that I can’t remember anymore what midnight tastes like.
when my name stumbles off your lips it sounds like probabilities, like the shattered melody of just a little while longer. I can almost believe that maybe love was never a curse, that maybe forever was never a made-up word, and I’m learning what it means to sweep away the ashes.
so it’s midnight, so it’s dreaming, so it’s something like a miracle: your hands on mine and all at once I think I know the reason why.