we dance like
this space is red and angry like
the bedsheets that hold guilty
evidence of our night.
this isn’t as easy as it used to be
[throw them out as quickly as you
reel them in]
these locks have had hundreds
of different names whispered though them.
[everything has your name]
a lone guitar in the corner
unpolished
loved once
[a night of strings stretched
across skin]
sheets of paper scattered
words on walls
[i was a poet once]
fingertips that traced constellations
onto unamed skin
i burnt myself into you.
three am and you’re still not gone
what have i done?
it is in the creeping half light of morning
that i realise.
[i gave more of myself to you
than i should have]
my eyes do not care, drifting closed
i will remind myself to forget you
in the morning
i dream
and we dance like people in the distance.
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i was a poet once It’s 3:34 am and I can’t sleep.I’ve missed you too.
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Thats a profound night of luv…strummin
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what a fvcking night and still,you are beautiful and savage as ever.lets hope the memories seep out while we sleep.and leave a beautiful afterburn.everlove,
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aww i miss writing poetry. i love reading yours. the first line is great <3
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“this isn’t as easy as it used to be (throw them out as quickly as you reel them in)” That’s right. 100% right. Sadly, admittedly true, at least for me. By the way, trenchcoat and cigarette, yes. Notebook, no. Generally a scarp of paer, a receipt, a napkin. I’m not bored, either.
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this was f.cking amazing. i felt it.
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“and we dance like people ” i dont know why, but this amazes me. very nicely done.
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once a poet, always onewe dance like people indeedand stars definitelyxo
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Ah, the last line is beautiful.
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you are still a poet& you will always be beautiful.xx.
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“fingertips that traced constellationsonto unamed skin…”that sentence has been pounding through my headfor the past week, searching for a way to escape.thanks for setting it free.iloveyou,kim.laura
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because everyone in the distance lookslike they’re dancing, don’t they? you still are a poet;you’ve created beautiful imagery (i love the first stanza)and quite exquisitly relayedan emotion that many could’ve never described what a lovely piece
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“loved once” is the phrase that did it for me.
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you’ll always be a poet. and one of the most beautiful ones.
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It sounds crazy but before I read the note, I knew the dev art add was from you, you crazily beautiful girl. Have a good one. You still have excellent lines and analogies that speak to a part of me I know still exists in limited qualities.if its enough of a compliment, your words compell me to write something. <3 jo.
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Brilliant work. And yes, my address is the same.
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i love this ;;
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aah, you’re brilliant, it kills me. (icantwrite…) i love you. hope your new year has been worthy of you.
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once you are a poet, you never seize to be one nsi- psyche.
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i read this twice. it rings true in ways i never thought someone else’s words could – it is so real, so powerful. and my god, darling, that last line is perfect.
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my god. thats brilliant! (Please understand the depth of my saying that by my use of exclamation mark. It is a grammatical aid I rarely make use of, but in this case, it was more than appropriate) x
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I realize this morning that this space is my home. reading back on dreams and tears that I wrote in the period of four years. I love you lovely girl and no your letter hasnt come yet..
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Lovely.I think I relate to this a lot.<33
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you write beautifullywith real firexx
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never thought i would come back. still here i see. remember me? blackfrancis
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gosh, i hope you don’t give up.a girl called lee loves you.
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