There's a strength in the palms of my hands.
And I sit in awe of it.
A short lifetime of climbing my way up and through.
Gifted and abused are my fingers.
Peppered with calluses and scars.
And I find I like it, this simple fact about myself.
It could have been true of a lot of people.
But in this moment it is my truth
The grass is greener somewhere ahead. But half the time I'm walking backwards.
It drips and splatters over her forearms. Crusting along each delicate finger joint and congealing where it packed into the curve of each cuticle. Painting her skin gray like the dust of age and time.
It drips onto her shoes and stains the hem of her shirt. It falls in spinning splatters to soak the denim of her jeans in thick drops.
In this mess, she gives birth to something new. There, by the potter's wheel.
I'd like to say there's a light in your eyes but baby I haven't seen it.
I'd like to blush and bat my eyes but baby I wouldn't mean it.
I could say we talked and fell all night, but that would be bull.
I could say you were mysterious, but I found you're rather dull.
I tried to be nice the first seven times, you really can't take a hint.
So I'll spell it out for you.
G E T B E N T
They told us to aim for the stars, that even our failures would be rich.
They didn't tell us that in exchange our victories would feel cheap and lifeless.
I have to fail to feel.
Sometimes I catch myself not breathing.
No air filtering in through my lungs.
My brain fuzzy and slow without it.
My chest still and my shoulders hunched.
Like some subtle subconscious part of me just decided this was it.
Time to give up.
I don't consider myself particularly religious.
But I think I might understand why rural areas are so full of superstition.
Not out of an antiquated idea of ignorance.
But because if you've ever seen dawn bleed red into the dying breath of a bright white night, then you'd know God too.
I fell headfirst into your eyes. Walking deep into your soul. Forgetting where I'd been before.
Now i’m so lost in you I don’t know if I’ll be able to find my way out.
Clawing at your seams, desperate for freedom.
Trapped am I in the lilt of your voice; the tilt of your head. The sad way you look at me.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever be rid of you; or if I even could
My biggest fear is the fade of feelings between two people. When you know someone so well, you can guess the next words out of their mouth. When the feeling of their hand in yours or their arm around your shoulders is more familiar than your own skin. When you could have picked them out of a crowd from any angle. When they call you because the tone of your texts changed and they wanna make sure you're alright. When the sound of their voice is clear as day in your dreams. when the smell of their shampoo brings back a hundred memories. When their hopes and dreams are the goals you work towards.
Somehow, suddenly, there's space between you. Someone else is higher on their list of priorities. The Space and time they asked for just to get themselves together stretches long and silent between you. When the constellations you memorized in their freckles fades to a random spatter of dots. When the hundreds of shades of color in their eyes fade to solid rings of primary color.
When every little thing you spent time learning about them fades, your brain un-learning its favorite things. When the connection you felt so easily between you sputters and dies even when they're sitting right across from you. When you have to start wondering “should I tell them this?”, “can I tell them this?”. When they don't come to you with their problems and you're too nervous to tell them yours. When you go from seeing them every day to every other week to “I saw him a couple of months ago”. When they used to be your best friend and now they're just a stranger whose secrets you still keep.
in other words, the chaos that paves the path from birth till death
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