The first 'i love you'
it wasn't in the milky way
wasn’t the stars
it was gentle and modest
hit my every nerve
it was you and me in your room
where we float in your bed for days
sail into each other's minds
in your bed with wet hair and locked eyes
it was warm
my chest erupted when you said it
my ribs grew flowers though the cracks
my ribs grew flowers though the cracks
you didn't mean to mean it
when i questioned your stare
your silent observation
‘i love you’
The first last time
being in your arms for the last time
was the final time to feel your warmth
but the fire that kept our home warm
burnt out, you felt cold to the touch
i was shaking harder than
that brought our house to the ground
i shatter like glass as i write this
your words were cold
i felt no heart
no pulse
who are you?
you handed me two bags
filled with the debris of our home
you forgot to pack
the ‘i love you’
what's left?
i'm on the last train home from you
i want it to suspend and time to freeze
i’ll miss you when skies are grey
i tried for you
you're not the moon
The first relapse
your hand on my chest
could possibly soothe the hurricane
raging through my body
we lay content, no context
am i yours or are you mine?
i hope that you know
my heart shattered through
every ivory floor of my torso
i can only observe what could bloom here
the garden is wilted
the soil is poisoned
nothing can grow here
i’ll be here, deceived
believed love was going to be seen
your words spit venom into my eyes
make it hard to see
i'd rather fall into a sea of king cobra
than fall into your cold arms
let them enrobe me with fangs deep
don't let me forget.
because loving you
can only result
in happiness or
devastation.
-k.k
