cherry valley forever

blake kathryn
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if i look back, i am lost
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@cryinginenglish
i think you should know
i let everything die when you left
and i still can’t let
anything grow
and i see your face every night
i beg you to go
it makes me ill
my stomach turns every time
i never recognize your face
how could i?
it’s always the bird
on your shoulder. every time!
or is it a flower?
a bee? a stingray? either way
never your face.
maybe i never knew it
maybe i invented it
do you think someone could live
in such a delusional
state?
it’s the sea,
for me
i feel the same fear i did
when you lived here
i water it down, isn’t that right?
but everything dies.
everything drowns!
i can see it from the window
are you a figure of my
imagination?
through the cracks the water comes
running down the walls and i have
no one to call
mediocre poem for mediocre people
the fresh basil you left at my house
still smells like that friday night
whenever i open the door
and let the light shine
and the refrigerator illuminates
the dark place i call home
whenever you appear at my door
even the succulents know
now i can’t sleep on my bed
(or at all for that matter)
my sheets are still drying
from that night you got stuck inside my head
now i wait and wait and wait and
4am seems not that late
if you were to appear
my eyes can’t seem to leave
as if magically you would
open the door and find me
light my life and bring fresh basil
and plant them here where i could keep
but they’ve gone old
they are rotten and too cold
if it doesn’t smell like it used to
why can’t i throw it away?
it seems only appropriate
though they cannot find their way
everything i can’t say out loud 2/?
how cruel and how sweet
and how ironic it is
feelings and will
come with me
let me explain the fire
burning inside the ocean
that is my mind;
once again
the never-ending circle
it is the bicycle for two
which is missing a pair of shoes
where are them? i have lost
them. once again
maybe i left them at my
aunt’s house because i didn’t
want to go home
again
the strategist child has never
left my body, i realize it now
i will never go home
i don’t want to go home
for i don’t quite understand
Her whereabouts;
i don’t remember the color of the walls
i don’t know which road to take
the foundation can’t stand the floor for
it is flooding and on fire all at once
wet mud where mushrooms grow
flavorous and poisonous
all at once.
i don’t remember her face
or her smell and i
try to find it everywhere
the pending message echoes
inside my brain and
how hard and how empty
and how cruel
feelings and will
the ones i should have sent are
nowhere to be found.
everything i can’t say out loud 1/?
sweet lioness,
forsythia suspensa
i see you and think of heat,
smooth sailing and late afternoons,
when all is yellow and warm.
and the bees are outside,
searching for flowers
honey,
can you hear the buzzing?
taking care of their children
so unaware of their importance
inside a system that is not
worthy of their excellence
at six o’clock it is already dark,
and cold, and bitter and
the bats are battering their wings
eating the flying worms that were
eating us whole
for you have gone home
and i am alone.
no surprises, only
hot coffee to warm my insides
and deprive me of sleep
and of seeing you tonight
but the yellow pill will take me to bed
dance with me,
and sing me to sleep.
kiss my forehead
and tuck me in;
but only after i weep
and weep
and weep
every night with a sip of water
when my mind has a vacancy sign
available only for the darkness
and the bats and the bees
and my wretched sleep
no yellow flowers in this room
for they cannot survive here
if they could i think they would
follow me to my tomb
let me water your soil
and bury myself inside your holes
1984
(by bravery914)
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