Start I don’t know
why I always
default to the
way your summer
sheet shivers warm
while underneath
the things we do
every incomplete piece
that can still
tell the difference
between phantom nerves
&
feelings I keep
sometimes I still listen
to our playlist
on repeat
&
now my demons
know every word
so they sing
along with me
while ghostly fingertips
drum with every beat
It’s been weeks
enough time
to start to grow new skin
uncast the heart
reforge the spirit
but I still bleed from
fresh wounds
I still hop with an
outstretched beat
I still throw away
cooled crooked plates
I can’t look at flowers
without counting hours
or dwelling on scars
of yesterday
but I always call the ambulance
to save those mistakes
I’ve painted the person
I want to be from so many
angles, but I can never catch
the right light so my canvases
pile next to the dumpster outside
I can tell
there was a
time when all
I wanted was you
and I felt full
I just can’t tell
if there was a
time when
I wasn't emptywriting...
