At 2100
The clock ticks to 21,
military time, I say, is subtractions forever.
But you know this, and it’s just us together,
soft rain, no signal,
no stars to guide us, sailor,
I still smell smoke, I don’t want
for this moment to be over.
-
I don’t feel sparks
when we kiss, there are no fireworks
because I’ve loved you for so long,
it’s late for such remarks.
Instead it feels like coming home
to see you open up the door,
or the first bite of something so warm
that I’m never hungry anymore.
-
21 means I have to return.
We had days in the sun, this was our last,
an ending I suppose, to keep us in the past,
So you tell me to leave,
while you hold my hand too tight,
say you love me too many times,
but if you did, would this day be what it is?
-
I don’t look at you
because I’d hate for you to see me cry,
listen to you bid guilty for every crime,
you don’t see I’m tired too.
It’s strange how water refracts my sight.
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I turn away from you,
blurred vision drags all the lights,
I blink and my head spins too.
-
You hold me too tight
and it feels nice,
you hold me too tight
and isn’t this love?
and you hold me too tight
till it starts to hurt
and you hold me so tight
my arms go numb.
-
When you let me go
I feel relief, for a while before it hits,
the bitter, aching finality of this
farewell, the last words are silent,
white-lie my way through the lines,
get home more or less fine.
Days pass and nothing’s right.
-
I feel completely immobile:
I see everyone pass me by,
moving onwards all the while,
they stare down at me, it isn’t fair,
they ask “where does it hurt?”
and I don’t say
everywhere,
everywhere,
everywhere.
say rip to the rhyme scheme because it died along the way. anyways. tried to write out the bad bad feelings but they still wont go away?? how strange, im certain dying would help. kill me
