850) i was never an artist
there is an exhausted softness
lungs deflated and shoulders worn thin
collar bones reach outward in longing
a touch that evaporates like rubbing alcohol
i kissed your body with ferocity
i kissed it as if it wasn't a eulogy
to what you wouldn't let - be
i read a book for a moment
i wait for the date to change
i wish i wore permanent lipstick
i wish you could never forget
never unsee the vastness every touch of my lips
i love every piece and corner
keep the light off, ill sprint into the closet
ill dance with your skeletons
i died the moment you spoke my name
i woke from my grave speaking yours
you called me a sculpture
but my marble cracked at your touch
you told me i should be an actor
but you never wanted me in your casting
i wasn't made to be the main lead
i was a filler piece between acts
an exposition dump like poor writing
i am trying to sculpt rubbing alcohol from the clouds
to make the rain clean again
i am trying to tattoo my lips into your skin
as if i could paint my heartbeat within your veins
i am trying to draw your breath into my lungs
i am trying to write love into every chapter
to spill ink from my ears as they slosh with water
i am trying to shape an obelisk from a wolf's corpse
but my hands are too large to get the fine details right
i am trying to carve open my heart
but i was never an artist
and you only arrived to depart