i find myself wishing i’d listened to an allbum on the way up
to capture warm light in something other than an abstract feeling
i’ve developed a terrible fear
of spiders needling their way out of my veins
out of my mouth or back in
(depending on who you ask)
pouring rainwater to rinse me off for you to see me as something other.
(less) other than the warped creature i am and (more)
other than the vessel for love i would like to be
i’m trying to evaluate my worth by my ability to hold someone
(instead of holding myself against them)
air is getting colder around us and we’re sticking it out
by sticking our heads in the garage for a deep breath
and inhaling a time warp from under warm blankets
(i don’t remember much of that night, past trying not to smile so hard)
it’s all a piano lullaby and i’ve yet to learn how to play all the way through it
a 6:03 sunset i only have a blurry frame of
my sweatshirt is cold and we’re asleep across each others’ shoulders
though i can see it roll down the rocks, the cliff is something i can’t risk slipping off
i’ve carried an umbrella this whole hike, and haven’t needed it in hours
By @redwinesupernova