Stoptimist
/We’re both so broken and all I’m hoping Is that we’ll stumble upon our love again./
The magnolias bloom just one day a year. You’ll miss me if you don’t look up. It feels, for a moment like you’re right here beside me. You’ll miss me when you can’t get along without. Holding each other tight, never shivering, dear. When you’re sad and beautiful, like a cracked vase, a proposal snubbed. Lips, glass of homemade peach tea chilled in the heat. The dirt coats your lungs from the loveless drought. You hug me tight and help me breathe. I’m afraid of the kisses I stole. I’m surfing freely on the notes of your song. Flustered, like I’ll never love again. Like the very clouds above are beneath. You and I, we’re children of a black hole. And I’m right where I should’ve been all along. Our purple blood now circling the drain. Summer rain on sore muscles soothes all the hurt. Away from me and out entirely, for now. Weight I’d become used to now lifted and I, I don’t feel normal. I feel light. But it’ll revive, it always comes back sometime. And all I can feel is the warmth of the sunburned cotton t-shirt. But darker, like the hearts of parents of dead kids crying, “How?” And all I can see behind my Wayfarers is our future, so bright. We were destroyed in our prime. Some days, if I fell I know you’d be there to catch me in an instant. Some days it’s just me grasping at a love so distant. Most days I can taste the saccharine of a honey so brilliant. Most days it’s hopeless, a mirage in the desert nonexistent.
Now, after all that, it may seem like all is lost and nothing’s alright, But what if you could read only every other line?
Quote from Passion Pit’s “On My Way.”
"Stoptimist," from Hypernostalgia - prose and poetry by Eli kampsin. Free download at KampSin.com/store. ♥