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Spaghetti knots

uh, lone

i know the loneliest sentence

 

that after all of it

i no longer think about you

though you gave me

it after all of that

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

where among the prison of others

there is little to be barred from

except the heads that match heartache

to the hands in their pockets

picking away at a life unknown

and that will be reduced to fluff

that even the clouds can’t name

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

that doesn’t know it actually isn’t it

but has been told it is the loneliest by everyone

until it met the actual one

standing alone

like a memory already being forgot

and it began to feel much more lonely

than it ever was before

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

held like the last species of a flower

still scattering its seed

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

washed on lips

and breasts of forgotten honey combs

that could build cities

if it weren’t for the fear of bee stings

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

kept away like a well-told secret

creaky from use

useless in its identity

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

that is surrounded by too much

for we are all looking for something

but something is not looking for all we are

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

in a mother who wishes she still saw

a father out of the man she fathered

as a child who knew no better

than to be better

and then

better than to be

during her last legs

that crawl back to life after

a failed go at going

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

that leaves you blank in belonging

to a scattershot of guns misfired

and duels mistimed

and a bullet that could’ve hit you

but instead found your brother

there weeping poetry

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

a chair sometimes sings

when it is stood on

one last time

wishing for a but

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

like a sad storm

that wishes to be held

and sees a ship

offers its waves for hugs

but drowns all

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

shouting in a silent room

where each eye is a cornered circle

searing back to you

like the sun

which too is known

to yell against quiet space

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

that actually fits in

though no one notices

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

of a bird who is tired

of the sky

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

of a single line

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

of not knowing

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

but there is always more

and too much on some days

where you are very tired

and the night is very black

and very isn’t much of a good word

for you mean to say

very very tired

very very black

 

i know the loneliest sentence

 

that you don’t even finish reading

for you won’t even finish wri

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