she said it meant nothing
and i suppose it didn’t
which is why i feel like that now
*
she fucked another guy
her
legs i kissed gently
hands that i held afraid the first time
lips i spoke to and talked to and respected
because they said some pretty good things
like how she didn’t fuck him
till i found out it was common
for a mouth not to work right
silence being what it is and all
*
i am sitting with the sun
telling it what it feels like for a star to explode
and warning it not to worry
for it will one day create life
little and in bits
like me
a collapsing universe always moving to warmth
*
i am convinced that all writing is about a girl
but now i know knowing more about now
that it is actually about the absence of one
Mizpellt wurdz 
“i am sitting with the sun
telling it what it feels like for a star to explode
and warning it not to worry
for it will one day create life
little and in bits
like me
a collapsing universe always moving to warmth”
*applauds in solidarity*
Unfortunate to feel, what seems like gravity folding inward and collapsing our lungs as we try to transliterate the pain felt by the heart through the pen.
Posted by kdbpoettree | May 10, 2016, 3:38 pm