Loneliness grows on my limbs
like vines waiting to bear fruit.
My breather plays out melodies
no longer left to be sung. //
My skin does remember though.
Subtle pulsing beneath fingertips
eager to claim stake
in what has been theirs well before
Let my curves belt your praises,
May my body dance a song
written out just for you.
My knees know the lyrics
& this heart can keep tempo.
You just have to promise me that
this tune won't fall on deaf ears.
'Cause I don't have it in me
to pick up half notes scattered from the ground. //
'Cause I don't have it in me to collect fragments of myself
from the ruins of your absence.
Pieces only have value
if they have purpose.
until you have room for me,
I will simply remain here //
Replaying the possibilities...
Hoping one day this song
will be more than just
||the melancholic melody of my mind.
Freelance writer: poetry, spoken word, playwright, screenwriter. Here to share the writing that frees me on a day-to-day basis.