Like the last fall when we tied ourselves to beds where we felt the need to crawl inside each others skin
When the lamp collapsed and we felt the ends of earth the silence coming from, the touch of our last instances
So dear, I write this as a fading memory, the leaves are turning, orange, red, and brown like the skeleons they leave as they releave our eyes of any hope So collapse to the floor, i swear I did, as we misunderstood what our purposes were, or was I don’t know
And what have I lost, just the anticipation of where I was suppose to be Should I have spoken your name a little louder?
It pours out sweetly, from the tip of my tongue, yet so rough to the slightest touch And if I break apart my structure to conform to your touch, like carefully plucking my teeth as if carrying me in seas to seek some truth, of every picture we left, to the wave of your hand
And it’s colder now then the day you begged me to come home, everyone has to be alone and that is where I lay amoungst these bones
Around the same stories ending where I’m fearing the worst and it’s helping me, well, not fear It’s that I hoped that I wasn’t lost in the sentence and you would always remember, my poorly written words as we sang in the basement
Now you say that you miss me yet, you spend all your time finding the ones you love
And that secret stays with us, and I’m all alone though I screamed it, I couldn’t say a goddamn thing
I never left it open, save the message, we’re shaking and I’m sorry if you missed it
It was the skies and trees and the hope you placed in me, but these bones are just bones and I’m still shaking until I can’t anymore