You ask me how are you?
I want to answer I am the after math of you talking about loving me with a mouthful of leaving. But all I reply is a thousand little things which don’t catch your attention.
I say I want to hug you.
But the truth is it’s just arms locked in losing and permanent smiles that don’t fade easily.
I say I’m used to the cold, and these odd digits make me feel hot in spring. But I’m just cold from Frozen nothing’s of your silence.
What a beautiful house you make out of longing. But darling it’s just windowless rooms of pain.
I say I am numb. But it’s a burden to feel the razor sharp cuts of all these fragments of our present.
“Between tangled timezones and endless space, stay trapped, a dozen conversations in front of that mirror. That shade of lipstick, those earrings or the taste of that lotion. Which one did you hate the most? Y’all created a dozen replications of the same sequence. How did y’all end up loving that reflection, when all y’all spoke about were the little things you hate? What happens to all that truth your hands spoke to her waist ” -Excerpt from a sent mail
”When you do open your arms I hope they stretch wide enough to hold me from a millenia and oceans away. When emptiness starts to pull me towards its depth, I hope your presence enters with loud thumping sounds of your monstrous feet. And when I do get cold on the inside, I’m certain that your words will work as fine as your lips and steal my heart with all your warmth.
For darling, I’m counting on this giant love”
Art work/ PC by Quinn Corrado
” Did you forget what our relationship used to be like,already?”
“No, love. I clearly remember what our relationship used to be like. Leaving,Left,Gone. That’s how I remember it”
On some days it feels like we’re running out of new memories.
On other days it feels like we could start an endless journey towards our old memories.
It always feels like a void.
And just when we decide to crawl back alone into that fragile shell,
We stock each other’s loneliness,
By offering to share our dark and gloomy shells which suddenly transform into everything as bright and warm as the summer sky.
And all the distant continents seem closer than you ever could.
And all these stars have started to seem more familiar than the memorized constellation of scars on your face.
We’ve loved each other,
in just one language.
The one in which words,
don’t have the power to be vocal. We’ve avoided late night fights,
and long morning talks.
But we never intended to be,
what perfect looked like.
For we’ve transcended,
ocean’s, continents and perfection. We’ve only intended to be,