You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
I love the texture of your hair and I wanted to tell you about it in far too many words than either you or I are comfortable with.
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back
Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken
you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again
at night I look past my window / moon like a bruise hoisted on the shoulder of onlookers / as they draw their curtains
you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again
Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken
Imagine it’s raining cats and dogs The hilly river has let the hair loose
Tell me I am not a house without exits. Leave
1 and 3/4 cups of sugar, 2 cups of i-love-you
When moon fades into dawn and when I pass away with it / Will you think of all that I was?
It’s been so long since we last spoke that I don’t think I can talk to you without confessing something. There you were, standing before me
Wishing you a happy new year! / The coming year? No, years ahead—
When I come to you, I become a tree Trees have roots
Some label you a poet of love so true
