I am Joe.
I read to forget.
I write not to die.
@joe_escarcha
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If there had only been a spot
to look at
without crying.
It fell apart
us
you
life
that life
and I did not yell
or whisper.
I have found a space
in my pillow
to hide
all you awaken.
I try
to kill
the night.
My hands
are quiet.
Letting you go.
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You are not to read this, darling.
You are not to understand what my smiles hides
now.
You are not to be near my weeping chest.
—-
You choked me
in the darkest night,
the ugliest one.
There is nothing left to implore.
Us is a vanished thought.
My sheets will not miss you.
I have cut the hair you kissed.
I have cut the words I heard from your liar tongue.
———
This desolate road is mine.
Fuck off.
I need your voice
around my ears.
My breath’s stopped.
I dreamed, I saw a hideous face.
It hasn’t gone.
It never does.
And where are you
to slit fear’s throat?
I had to swallow
pain and terror.
I had to sleep alone.
——The knight has thrown his armor,
he has forgotten love.
We left undone
some lovely thoughts.
I hid them
in the pillow
where our dreams
were shared.
The pillow is gone,
but I kept the thoughts,
not in my heart,
not in my soul.
There, just pain, old pain
dwells.
Do not be mistaken,
you are not
in those thoughts.
You are sleeping
in a far, lone bed.
Your arms spread over new waists.
I framed the thoughts.
I do not forget.
I hang my feelings
let them die,
choked.
(Source: enlavidabohemia, via anthropologyyy)
We broke it all,
you and I,
the sky,
it cried.
The sea
turned back.
I tought you smiled,
you sighed and wept.
I did smile,
held you hand.
You were too far.
You left me
drown.
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I did not ask you
if you thought
it was love.
Love,
the one that hurts.
Love,
the everchanging us.
You are not the you I hold.
There had to be flowers in our thoughts.
We lost
the fireworks.
You were late.
I was dumb.
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