|I will not apologize.|
Indiana Pt. 2you once used to say my nameIndiana Pt. 2 by Ebony-Tiger
with all the bated breath of the future,
wishes and maybe dreams
just beyond the limits of
what we could safely talk about.
when we let go the idea
I left, and you stayed.
now, if we court silence for too long,
the moment shifts into something unbearably heavy,
falling under our fingertips like gravity.
now, the ache is only bitter.
12.12.16How many thoughts can I press into your fingers?12.12.16 by Ebony-Tiger
How many secrets let slip between your lips?
How many nights spin into daylight, with you?
How many years did it take for a simple, "let's grab coffee"?
Looking back, I told you more than I remembered,
Remembered you more than I'd like to admit.
I let people know how I ignored the hell out of you
In high school - but ask anyone, and they'll tell you
I had nothing but fond words and fonder memories.
So six years down the line, there I was
Carting two heartbreaks from the past year
Only to find you, bearing that same charming smile.
I was worried my whole life story would spill out unbidden,
Cascade off my fingertips; startle you into running.
But you stayed, and we laughed, and I didn't want it to end.
A day, a week, a month. Two months, three-
I'll leave behind a lifetime just to come home to you.
So how much time do we have? How long can this last?
Let me whisper, 'always' and not be haunted by its echo.
Always. Always. This does
TimingThe truth is,Timing by Ebony-Tiger
I'm still reeling from the damage.
I want to send you Texas skies,
Glittering pixels against the dark.
I want to tell you you're gonna be okay,
That the years will pass faster than you know
Then you'll be free to be whoever you want to...
I hope she treats you well.
We don't talk anymore, and maybe
If I'm truly honest with myself,
She's the reason why.
I miss you far more often than either of us thought I would
You still come up in conversation. And he told me the other day
My eyes still grow soft when I mention you. How could I know?
I want your life to be off-kilter. I want you to feel like
there's something missing, but you're not quite sure what.
I want you to have in the back of your brain the sense
that contentment just isn't reachable. Mediocrity.
That is your life. You cannot escape.
Some days, I hate you less than others. Those are rare.
If I knew it was safe to, I'd tell you the only enemy is yourself,
That life isn't as miserable as it seems
Re-forget.I’ll tell you, I’ve been lost more times than I can countRe-forget. by Ebony-Tiger
somewhere between tomorrow night and yesterday -
where seconds burn a bit too brightly,
and regret leaves bitter afterimages
on every memory.
But now and again,
you can string together love and forgiveness and relief
into something that tastes a bit like salvation,
riding on the heels of another merciless sunrise.
|I will not apologize.|
fool's goldan early September afternoonfool's gold by toxic-nebulae
and summer's drunk down
to the dregs,
golden and lukewarm.
this is the first year in six
that I've allowed myself
a sip, then several long swallows
my skin darkening until it seems
I have a facsimile of sun
in each pore.
it is not yet too cool
for a fine sheen of sweat
to gather on my arms.
in the shifting light of the season
they glitter like pyrite.
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