It only hurts until you say goodbye
That sort of nearby kind of I love you
breathing a little air like daylight or some shit like that.
It feels like forever-dreams you make when you’re twenty
words that don’t add up the way your body changes shape
words that don’t make barter with gravity
with standing, face bright light-like photograph-white
you can’t take back even if you wanted crippled legs
no more standing
no more doing a good job of pretending
wet, the ruinous nature of years
the ones that haven’t sucked you dry.
In the morning, you whisper
in the early unsettling
it only hurts until you say goodbye
or I love you.
1 comment:
I don't know who ever it was that hurt you but the hurt runs deep. Your hurt is a river and there is a bottom. There are moments in our life when no matter how hard it is or how much it hurts, we have to get to the bottom atleast once to say we've seen the hurt and we know we can control it - some times.
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