you lean your head back against the wall. you whisper why are we like this? and my heart is full of the broken pieces. the pain I can’t rescue you from. the pain mirrored in myself. my heart is speaking in rushes of words.
so swift so subtle the river comes and goes through my fingers. water in my eyes water through my skin and my soul. I used to think what lay under my bones was an apology for existence and I was right. but underneath is the knowledge I loved you. and we’re like this and we sketch flowers with the knives in our hands and kiss the wounds. water in my hair and heavy hands full of joy. we know the water like we know the truth that we are loved by many things and not all of them should be home. we loved the darkness in each other and cherished the light. take my candle. take my fire. I’ve been a void; I can fight yours. I’ll swim to you. I’ll sing to you. song and light of my heart; all my love all my soul. I’ll fall again. I’ll touch your hand. I’ll bring the knife down and shove you away. I’ll hold you close. there are no happy heroes because we had to see the pain to touch the glory. glory in your eyes glory in your skin glory was your pain and the way you drank mine down. I’d swallow poison for you but in the meantime I’ll swallow mine. hold my hands. I’ll find you again.
