We built our love out of sugar cubes.
Brick by tiny brick, until we had four walls and a gable roof.
It sounded so innocent at the time,
I could lick my finger and drag it down the walls.
A kiss never tasted as sweet as when it was your lips against mine.
But sugar does not fare well in the rain, does it darling,
and neither do you.
I’m sorry I broke your heart. Your love is a storm I can no longer partake in. As you nurse the heart I broke ; you will see it sing again. And slowly your heart will realize that it was better off without me. And I apologize for holding it in the first place.
I often think of you in the early morning Before the light peaks through my blinds Before the world is awake and vibrant It is these early morning memories that seem to drown me
I lay in bed naked except for the blankets covering my body Feet twisting and turning, searching for the cold parts of the bed where my body has not lain
It amazes me how a bed can be warm with only one body The thought of being alone would plague me The thought fills every crack and crevasse of my mind How can I be complete as only one person?
I think of you And her I replay old conversations between us only it is her voice I imagine, not mine I think you brush her hair out of her face the same way Call her baby the same way Dance terribly to make her laugh the same way
See, that’s your problem baby You never grow up You let yourself fall into the same circle of madness over and over again and call it love
You left me looking for freedom, Instead you gave it to me
“Untitled” This morning, over a cup of coffee, realizing I am complete without you. | E. Day, 2017
today i noticed that the river will always flow. white clouds will always turn grey. flowers will always bloom and the sun will shine after the rain. that life can’t be the same. it will change and shift. the days won’t ever be the same. some better then others. and that’s okay. life would be so mundane if it was the same. if we were the same. wouldn’t it be? if you and i liked the same things, spoke the same way. if you and i dressed the same and ate the same things. life will always be a wonderland full of surprises and that’s the best part. we can learn so much from nature and animals about how staying still. being still. can be the worst thing we can do to ourselves.
I cannot think about the way your lips would feel against mine. Your hands tracing their way up my back, the nape of my neck and into my hair. What your voice would sound like - just before dawn has cracked and you are on the cusp of sleep and reality. You have worked your way into every aspect of my life, and I am afraid I have fallen for you in every sense.
Because football was kinda dumb. Because people thought I’d be bad at it. Because the little broken boy I used to be would’ve liked it. Because my sister laughed at me when I told her. Because my mother taught me to not give a single flying fuck about what anyone I do not love thinks of me. Because dad called it gay, and my gay friends are pretty chill Because this way when I bitch about her it’s art. Because there is a crying old man in my chest with an axe made of ink, and he’s only half way done cutting down the tree I hung the boy in me from. Because I’ve forgotten to say I love you. Because my best friend died and the last words I said to him were the least poetic I’ve ever spoken. Because I didn’t go to his funeral. Because I didn’t give a gun a blowjob last year. Because I didn’t have a dad until I didn’t want a dad anymore. Because it’s more therapeutic than drugs, and drugs are more therapeutic than therapy Because two months ago I called my stepfather dad and he didn’t realize I didn’t call him by name. Because I am an oak tree covered in burnscars and pixiedust and thick ass black body hair that just refuses to fall the fuck over. Because yesterday I watched the most gandalf looking motherfucker on this planet wake up from a coma and growl at me for a cigarette and a beer. Because if I get famous Morgan Freeman will read my shit. Because in 25 years my kids might feel like this. Because in 25 years I might be dead. Because in 25 years I want to look back at my youth and know that I was heard.