Occ poem because this is the poetry blog. Maybe I can make it work for viv too, idk.
Within the dense summer air
I ask you a million things,
Even though you aren't there,
Even when every move stings-
I ask what I was made for,
Turning to touch your hand
And like a million times before
You say I wouldn't understand
As I gently hold your face,
You say I'll know what to do
When you're sitting in my place
I ask why you left and yet didn’t,
In the swelling summer heat,
You say that I read the fine print,
While listening to my heartbeat
I ask you to kill me or stay,
And you aren't shocked at all!
You tell me that either way,
I knew we were built to fall.
And suddenly I barely know you,
And it's autumn once again,
And, no, I don't know what to do
And no, I didn't know at all then.
But your face is in my mind,
Your image burned into my eyes,
I'm easy, so easy to find
At the place where your hand lies.
And your handprint's forever there,
An indentation in my jaw.
But I was just a thought to spare,
Another girl that you saw.
Call me your lover, like before
Even if it's just to tease
And not slightly true anymore.