Just whisper to me in a dream you remember everything too
Just whisper to me in a dream you remember everything too
tumbling in and out of
flimsy, sugar cane love
i woke up and looked around my room
it was a funny yet tragic realization
that when i start liking someone,
my brain becomes twins with
my cluttered desk
(every little thing i loved about you is stuck in my head)
bright post-it notes about your
favourite blueberry ice cream
licking every surface of the desk
looking a little like
skyscraper windows
(peering into all the sweet, dreamy nothings that
the lips i love have loved)
just whisper to me in a dream at least that you remember everything too
because
i push my drawers back and fourth, but they still won't shut because of a jumble of
old poem pages of russian books you ripped out and put up in your wall so
they could become a little less sad and a little more
......yours
i wonder if anything i ever told you ever touched you really? especially now that we are
no longer a story,
(because i no longer have to care
about your stories)
(dirtying every other body i touch)
maybe expired love will always be hiding
in the friendly scars in our smiles
i can pinpoint you in my most sarcastic jokes, my way of typing text messages in the dark or my interest towards the strange
the warm hands that hold someone's head
when i get on my tiptoes kiss them for the first time
you are the song i bleed
the pink lips that bite
the mountain dew blue heart that crushes
when someone brings up october
when i sit to work in my desk, your jars of honey and coffee beans still tickle my feet
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