pitter patter
early morning raindrops
on my windowsill
dirt enthusiast
noise dept.
YOU ARE THE REASON

Andulka

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@betweenyourlines
pitter patter
early morning raindrops
on my windowsill
17.04.24
yearning for you
like a felt piano
like a whisper
like a heartbeat
muted and blurred
06.04.24
he looked at me like i was the sun and then told me that our stars just weren't aligned
you are drifting further away
like raindrops down my windshield
Sunday haziness can't cure my blues
only ever thinking of you
i long for the day where i can be the muse
the parts that fill up the shell of my body
from the way i wear my hair
to the murmurs in my sleep
will be art to someone
art to you
dull aches reverberate in my chest
and thoughts crawl under my skin—
but all i can whisper is your name
i'm not sure what the correlation between snowy days and the people you love is but it seems that every time i look out the window and see the misty drifts i am reminded that you are far away, but maybe not as far as it seems...
you no longer belong to me and yet i stretch my arms out in the dark in search of your warmth
raging blizzard blues
a wobbly silhouette of you
disappears in the distance
polaris, guide me home
through the bramble
out the darkness
shining always
bright forever
death should come softly
drifting through the wooden gate
knocking on the window to let us know
that angels will soon fly in
and pick up your featherlight body
laughing and singing your sorrows away
when Kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself" but you are now drowning in my blood
and i am sorry for ruining your favourite sweater
before i leave
there are too many words
to spill onto pages
for me to really leave
every now and then
the moon sings a song
and i nod off
maybe if you look from afar
turn a blind eye to all my flaws
maybe then you could love me
five feet apart
we are only five feet apart—
close enough to touch even
but you seem to not even notice
that i was there
watching your curls
blow gently in the wind
October is slipping away
like silk through my fingers
onto frosted spiky earth
of November's agone