there are words
and there are
words you repeat
and cannot say.
repeat until it
makes itself a place
in a nook of your brain.
and well,
you remember them
each night you stare
at the ceiling like it was sky.
numbers you recall,
blindly as of fact
but you turned
blind at those numbers.
you forget them
because they no longer
hold the words for you
the distant bridge now burned
dissolved like flesh
in mercury and your words,
you eat them
and you spit them out
because it hurts.
one night is all it takes
for you to become
that girl who sits
beside that boy
who longs forever.
and you smother your pillow because.
numbers. words.
and you hold back
from rubbing salt in your wounds
because words and
numbers no longer dictate you,
no sir, you're a woman
who needs no man.
but you stretch a horrid grin
as you say:
(not words, not numbers)
i woke up last night and i remembered these numbers and i missed him and you left out the part where you cried and cried until you gasped his name
Labels: loss, love, poetry, self made
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