drawing strings between
the dots we see
from cracks and openings
in the tin shed ceiling.
but our thoughts were
stars that we couldn't
possibly fathom into
constellations so we let
them be. reaching out our
hearts tangle in the crisscross
melody and we run them
in the dirt so they become
the colour of earth. sometimes
flowers mistook us for home.
our coffee tastes of
magic our playlist makes
us dance with strangers
we sit on the hood of the car
watching skylines plunge
in the sky piercing holes
in our hearts yet we
smile and tread over
broken pieces of ourselves.
all for
videotapes and cityscapes
running out of road yet
driving to dawn
falling in love with being
alive we fall in love
with a lie. looking through
pinholes at spectrums of
broken peeping through
silhouettes hoping that maybe
our clouded judgement won't
see our reflections in the
shards of ourselves
on the floor. these
videotapes and cityscapes
choking on ashes
of our burning dreams
scattering pills of hope
from our soot-stained
fingertips leaving flesh
under our nails so we
remember the times we
used to be alive.
slowly we let the light
seep out the window.
the room didn't have one
at first but we took
our pencils and scratched
graphite against the walls
till we had an opening.
listening to songs
of tv static looped over and
over till we go deaf
till we can no
longer hear the screams
till the world turns so
slow it's almost still.
maybe we we'll finally
lose sight of
ourselves in the chaos
we aren't afraid
of forgetting anymore
because we don't want
to remember times
we forgave those
who hurt us and
bled on people who
didn't cut us.
but we know we won't
forget for we have
the scars the stitches
the casts the pages
the blood the ink the
videotapes and cityscapes.