You left.
The taste of your lips still lingering on mine...
The image of your swollen eyes burned in to my heart...
But the air is clear.
And its terrifying.
I've never breathed so deep before...
My lungs don't know how to take in so much.
My eyes don't know how to see this wide.
And I'm sadly, strangely, okay.
Your music will always be the soundtrack to my soul...
And your hands will always smooth my furrowed brow when I'm afraid.
The sun will always shine down upon us both, no matter how far we walk from one another...
We didn't run.
We slowly turned and glided apart and it was a slow burn...
But the last piece has died and fallen.
And now we can be at peace...
and hold a piece of each other as we walk alone.
I hold a single candle in my palm for you.
And always will.
Goodbye.
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- ...phoenix.kaivalya...
- :, Indonesia
- I do not speak my truth to antagonize you.... I share this swollen river running -- This waterfall of faith-- because it flows from me like lennon's endless rain.... --my paper cup: this poem-- to which an endless string of words spill out and on to... I stain the sentences with abundant articulations that boil inside of me... I thirst, I starve, I crave. and all that quenches... all that can satiate me is to open the faucet and allow the words to run... They skip and dance across themselves... They formulate on their way out like fireworks deciding which way they will face when they open and sizzle in the night air... And when they do... it's a sight to behold. It shocks me like the boom, and takes me aback to see what has emerged. And Keroac knew. He knew all along... that I was one. As my words explode like spiders across the sky... I watch in staggering wonder at my truth revealed and know that I am home here. I have taken my vow... signed in blood... solemnly sworn myself in... been hazed and pinky promised... and I know... without the shadow of a doubt... that I am a mad one. ...and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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