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 16 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
softer than sunrise and just as sweet.
like: surrender shouldn’t be this kind.
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 ?