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@byrakimm
I have to become a gentler, kinder god. I have become my mother’s religion.
I have buried myself beyond where words can reach. Find me with touches, grief and longing
There are days when I sympathize with people who don’t understand me.
I am a tapestry of life fuckedupness
I wonder if my mother sees my father in me
A hand to hold, or one wrapped around her throat
I will let you scratch at my surface, no one has enough air to survive inside of me.
I will drown you.
I will let you scratch my surface. No one has enough air to live inside of me.
I will drown you
The spaces
between us is
called longing
Time. The first time I saw her she asked for the time. I have never really paid attention to something so feeble and controlling such as time until she asked me for it. I found myself looking at my watch, the irony and courtesy of wearing one when you don’t believe in its concept. It was dawn, she was looking at me with doe eyes, she marked my heart and trapped me in that time. The beauty of 6.42. I found myself looking up everyday at 6.42, the needless urge for that number to come sooner after dusk.
If I had a piece of God. I would show up in your
kitchen at 2am/We would
drink wine and I would stall
the sun for days
Let’s hold each other
one way or another/
I don’t have the hate to /
forgive or forget you.
You can find me in the corner of rooms, my mother’s arms.
I am a whore of melancholy.
I am the harsh wind uprooting roses. I am the gentle breeze flirting with a lover’s tendril. I am heavier than father’s silence, and softer than mother’s kindness
hold a hand
I am doing it again. Waiting on something, on someone and watching the world leave me by.
waiting.
You will find yourself
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What will be has been before, you will always find your way, love yourself and see past the heartaches of life