through space and time

/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.