You Are An Idea; A Coping Mechanism Which I Am In Love With.
You are an idea; A coping mechanism which I am in love with.
I am not sorry.
- HB
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I want to kiss your forehead and whisper sweet nothings to it.
Thank you for being the door to him.
For containing him, and keeping him safe.
Thank you for your folds and creases, that contain pages of his pleasure, pain and ponderance.
Thank for always being so supple yet strong.
The least I can do to show my gratitude is knock politely and leave my gifts by your doorstep.
- HB
I'm too scared to know you again.
I'm scared that if you meet me, you will destroy him.
You'll turn him to stone;
the version of you that lives in my mind still...
I avoid meeting your eye because I know
I just know
that you'll wrap your hands around my throat
just so he can't breathe anymore.
But I've kept him.
He's mine.
He's alive
and so am I.
I water his grave and sing him songs that you despise. I laugh at his jokes because you don't make them anymore.
You look at me like I'm dirt.
You once thought I was gold.
You and him are not the same.
What
happened
to
you?
- HB
I've known love as long as I've known you
and longer.
I was born with it in my chest.
But you were the one who reminded me it was there all along.
- HB
I know you would see me the same. Through the storm. After the storm. In my fears. In my sweat. In my skin and nothing else. I know you would. No weather could change it. My failures. My pain. My falls. My shame. My tantrums. My tremors. They could never sway you or your loving arms as they hold me.
- HB
I am so much older while you remain timeless.
A boy and a woman;
A ghost and a dreamer.
- HB