I need to write you out
I feel it in my bones
the way I used to feel you
move inside me
sighing into
my moans
but words are stuck
inside my pen
& dying to get out
like a butterfly
they’re trapped inside
my ribcage,
wings crushed
ramming against
walls of
my goddamn
self-preservation
& self-doubt.
color falls
off the wings
transparent
& settles on my soul
like a blanket
you gave my hurt
a place to cling
but when it grew
too heavy
you took my wings
& without you
I’m trapped inside
this prison I call
my mind
funny how your flesh
set me free
by invading mine
& you being gone
has also somehow
taken me from me
& I think
I think
I think
I’ll never fly again
I always
gave you release
but I’m my own prison
& you’ve swallowed
the key
can I use my words
to cut you open
as deep as you cut me?
to unlock my emotion
& find recovery?
you’re just a ghost
so good at haunting
quick to disappear
until I’m left
clinging onto nothing
filled up with your color
trembling fingers
trembling lips
I can’t be emptied,
filled, or healed
the simple memory
of your hips
is now my only lullaby
I rock myself to sleep
sweating
singing
I feel it in my bones
the way I used to feel you
move inside me
sighing into
my moans
but words are stuck
inside my pen
& dying to get out
like a butterfly
they’re trapped inside
my ribcage,
wings crushed
ramming against
walls of
my goddamn
self-preservation
& self-doubt.
color falls
off the wings
transparent
& settles on my soul
like a blanket
you gave my hurt
a place to cling
but when it grew
too heavy
you took my wings
& without you
I’m trapped inside
this prison I call
my mind
funny how your flesh
set me free
by invading mine
& you being gone
has also somehow
taken me from me
& I think
I think
I think
I’ll never fly again
I always
gave you release
but I’m my own prison
& you’ve swallowed
the key
can I use my words
to cut you open
as deep as you cut me?
to unlock my emotion
& find recovery?
you’re just a ghost
so good at haunting
quick to disappear
until I’m left
clinging onto nothing
filled up with your color
trembling fingers
trembling lips
I can’t be emptied,
filled, or healed
the simple memory
of your hips
is now my only lullaby
I rock myself to sleep
sweating
singing
goodbye
goodbye.
goodbye.
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