/from the vault | “exile”/
4 a.m.
memories
bleed out in my room like an epic chronicle.
I gathered my broken pieces
tried my best to glue them all together.
It came out distorted, misshapen,
like a morphed sphere of my legacy.
I wandered through your marks in my room,
the room stared back into my crowded soul
with the weight of our laced & tainted universe.
You promised me things would be fine
in the time that tragedies spread like wildfire.
And for the sake of my ill-fated life,
I cling to that like a forsaken oath.
as if my life depends on your shaken truth
as if my heart was prepared to be torn apart
again and again
for the masterpiece we sewed up with pieces of our skin.
as sun gazed down my pieced-up spine,
like skin touched
like heavy heaves and thrills
like warmth of death
like you called me pretty
like that moment you entered my system and covered my montage with all shades of yours
and for the first time ever
I know what it meant
to be able to see through space and time.
I’m torn again,
long enough to tell you
that happiness is temporary
but so is this pain.
So I asked myself again
for the thousandth time
at dawn and at dusk
to stay.
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