poetic Lover's

[poetic--lovers]

Yearning hands, reaching.

[poetic--lovers]

I carved your name into the soft meat of my ribs. with the dull blade of every almost. every breath yanks it wider, a raw mouth that still tastes your laugh and spits it back bloody. you pass through me like light through cracked glass. brilliant, gone. I stay behind burning. My hands remember the exact heat of your shoulder, how your eyes slid off mine when I said too much, like rain off a windshield. I was the storm. you were already gone. the love is just teeth in my throat. I swallow blood and call it devotion, memorize the small hum before you change the subject, the pause where someone else's name almost slips out. I built a cathedral in that silence and lit the candles with my own skin. I press my face into your forgotten hoodie, inhale the dying ghost of you, and my ribs answer with that same knife twist. proof im still stupidly, violently yours. God, it hurt. It hurts so alive, I cant let it die.

I wrote this poem on loving someone who doesn't love you back, to try and capture how I felt. maybe you relate as well.

[poetic--lovers]