this was the coldest christmas, since the split
i wish i could hold what we had
in hand, a holiday globe, falling snowflakes
falling for you, falling together, in a whitened world
the clearest skies, onlookers⦠transfixed eyes,
like β how is that?
like β how are they?
i donβt know.
i donβt get it.
an unusual image.
yeah, we pushed limits, driven by flurryβ
β precious passion.
you looked @ me. i looked into you β
for approval. (like children do.)
those sweetened β soft smells.
i just want you.
in a way, what a lover you were with me.
but in other ways, you contradicted that.
like an angry mum.
like a boring child.
like a darkened day.
i miss shopping for you. getting little gifts.
do you miss this? you probably are doing this
β¦for many others.
i loved your raw spots.
not because i had to.
not even because you asked me to.
i loved them because they were rawly you.
when you were bawling, crawling, calling for perfection
out of me
i melted, the belting was seen as sweet, sad +β¦
screams for healing,
your soul was kneeling.
the tears peeling old skin, + scars,
you were my star
where . you . are .
β now β
is not with me
β and iβm not with you β
how is that for two
to break away
to fall away
out of that globe
out of that whiter world
into foreign places
tattered traces
memories, erasinβ
i just donβt know.
where are you with all of this?
