the furthest breath you take drifts underneath the cosmos in our eyes. do you know how much more you could be? i found it in you, the longing in your voice, the palms of your hands and the way your fingertips pause - there are certain breaths you clasp to yourself, and your light sheds itself into corners that i can't find. there's so much more left inside of you, this grey matter, this nuclear fission; you are a fossil collective- of wrung-out sorrows, of salt-stained cheeks, of heavy thoughts - of heartache. and you are beautiful in all that you are.
but maybe this isn't about you - maybe this is about me, maybe this is about what i see in you. i wish there was a way i could get to you, because the movements in our stars have never found which northern corner we'd bleed brighter for.
maybe this is where i should be; where the sunlight peels away the husk of the moon, where the stars burn a little brighter
i'm sorry it took me so long to forget
i just want to feel real again.
you are all that i see in you
i hope you find yourself one day.
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