still, after 7 years of life has passed,
all the childlike ache I used to know rots lonely in my mind,
unrecognizable dark
unbearable stench
-s's.
I dried like fruit under the sun
my high hopes, they created themselves
an ugly subtle reflection of you
I tried to wait out see where it'd move
if it doesn't, then I'm stuck
in unfettered visions.
-s's.
-s’s.
-s's.
-s's.
-s's.
if you ever were the real deal
Then I would have known it by now
Your nightmare, it will haunt
Never seemed like me, never indeed
one lifeless dream, one breath ceased, empty
all I did was leap and miss
I'm this,
retroactive, pining for a sliver of him
golden embroidered
hummingbird pin
-s's.
can't be yours, can't be torn,
can't feel the good and the bad, nor tell them apart.
can't believe my hands when I reach for you and feel your heart
Leonard Cohen