Laura Makabresku
You break my unmended heart so beautifully
My songs my dirgesongs die unsung like the kisses we will never share
tragedy isn’t that I sang
on those rocks
Or that you were drowning for me
Or that I sang for you
delicious is the bite of that fate; you took the songs I sang for me
A year has passed since we unlooked at each other
A year has passed
Or a thousand
Or a thousand suns have died
where you go to why can’t I go with you
where you hide why can’t I hide with you
where I am now why can’t you save me ?
why you abandoned me like a painting waiting to be perfect
But when you touch my cold shadows
Wrap me in your brittle embrace
In your false valor
We are that pyre that pyre made for others
flames lick us in the fire set by others
We shook from the ashes rising like the demented phoenix of our own unbecoming
We unfuck the knots tied by Others
We rise
We soar
We lose ourselves in each other
In that loss we are free
In each other is our own choice
We fly
We unify
We drink stale essence from our stream
relishing our fears
And in the river of fallow blood
We create
We create
We create
We create the illusion of our own malleable bliss.
My songs my dirgesongs die unsung like the kisses we will never share
tragedy isn’t that I sang
on those rocks
Or that you were drowning for me
Or that I sang for you
delicious is the bite of that fate; you took the songs I sang for me
A year has passed since we unlooked at each other
A year has passed
Or a thousand
Or a thousand suns have died
where you go to why can’t I go with you
where you hide why can’t I hide with you
where I am now why can’t you save me ?
why you abandoned me like a painting waiting to be perfect
But when you touch my cold shadows
Wrap me in your brittle embrace
In your false valor
We are that pyre that pyre made for others
flames lick us in the fire set by others
We shook from the ashes rising like the demented phoenix of our own unbecoming
We unfuck the knots tied by Others
We rise
We soar
We lose ourselves in each other
In that loss we are free
In each other is our own choice
We fly
We unify
We drink stale essence from our stream
relishing our fears
And in the river of fallow blood
We create
We create
We create
We create the illusion of our own malleable bliss.
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