Human Zoologie

[humanzoologie]

I can only

hear the timbre

of your voice

with roses in

my ears

[humanzoologie]

Stuck like honey

Petrified saccharine memory

Your face, all freckled cheeks

Frozen beneath my eyelids

Stuck together with honey

Your smile all I see

[humanzoologie]

Not as Directed

I read your warning

label. Now I will peel it

off; it’s what I do.

[humanzoologie]

Back and forth, back and

Forth, two times already I

Am crying, okay?

[humanzoologie]

Subjective Truths

You look happiest

In my pictures. I know that

It does not matter.

[humanzoologie]

Emo kid alwayz n 5eva

[humanzoologie]

There are some things one can’t even type, because to look that truth in the eye would turn them to stone.

[humanzoologie]

I remember when

I thought you cared about me

That was dangerous

[humanzoologie]

Thank you for playing

Pretend with me that night, it

Was nice to escape

[humanzoologie]

You once recited all of T.S. Eliot’s The Wasteland as we sat in my car and at the time it felt like romance like a gesture it is only now I realize you too would swoon at the sound of your own voice.

[humanzoologie]

It does not matter

I know that you look at them

All the same way, too

[humanzoologie]

You went away.

the hole

that lives

at the

center

of me

grew

and

grew

(Now, I am mostly negative space)

[humanzoologie]

What is there to say? Except, you did not want me. Here I stand: alone.

[humanzoologie]

She was the kind of girl who occasionally needed to smash everything in her life to pieces, making memories so small that she could almost pretend that they never existed at all.

[humanzoologie]

How is it that at once

Sleepiness can feel like

Both sadness and love?

[heartcountry]

i forgive the empty house. the way we’ll probably misremember it all someday anyway. my heart was holding on so of course i taught it to let go, and now it can’t stop. the truth is, i talk about love a lot for someone who stays quiet at weddings. two years ago, my father’s heart went almost all the way bad but they saved what they could. he has trouble sleeping now, but maybe it’s always been this way. i try to dream but my heart is elsewhere. i’ve said this before but it never leaves me. i come from nothing. i come from the memory of something that is no longer there. my father prefers countries where his name stays his name and isn’t cut in half. my name isn’t my name anywhere which is what stays when all else leaves. i’m writing this to you now knowing i may never find you. but that doesn’t matter now. i promise there was something beautiful here once but then the fire and now no one will say anything out loud.

[quotethat]

You will not recognize me. This time, I put my pieces back differently.

Malia Makana, Like Differently Love   (via herkindoftea)