original art and writing

“Paper”
by BluMiu

Here I inscribe every laugh and smile I missed
Where the words unspoken live out their dreams
Where gravity isn’t so heavy and light only fades
If you let it

It takes very little to tear it all down, never more
Burned away embers that fly away, forever more
The most precious things slip away
If you let it

So gentle the cut, as if on  razor’s edge
Imperceptible until finally setting in

Scatter, and carry these images, these words
Somewhere far away where I cannot follow
Bind and seal them in your heart where I cannot reach

This is where dreams and reality do meet
Without time or place they become one with eternity
And the memories we embed with one last glance
Cease to come to mind

Here is where I dream of that smile I missed
Where words unspoken lose time and place
The gravity of remembering begins to set in
If I let it

So gently they cut, as if on  razor’s edge
Imperceptible until finally setting in

Fragment, and carry this frame, this goodbye
Somewhere far away where I cannot follow
Bind and seal them in your heart where I cannot reach

Knowing how fragile we really are
Knowing it will one day slip away
If we let it

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.