Difference-
before you read difference, allow me to preface this by admitting i have been in a slump, and this is the first real and raw thing to come out for the slump, it’s very unedited and 100% not my best work, but there is still beauty in my truth, even the ones i refuse to admit to myself.
to forget you would be sinful
a lie forged by my lips
the same that put up a weak fight against
the torrent spill of letters that never fail to
spell out your name
the same wind i pray will blow away our memories only sing your song,
making leaves dance the same way we did, under the nectarine lights
to a christmas song in march
because who are we, if not different
i can’t stand the time apart
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so i sit in the coffin built,
tirelessly,
with my own bare hands,
hours on end, created by my own destruction
because who am i, if not wanting difference
i wish for change
like a ten pence coin, 10 days, hours minutes or seconds more
to remain as we were
without the ultraviolet bruises on our chests
and the walls built at my behest
how i wish we got it right
it could all have been,
different.
