Polarity and Pygmies
pepper
Posts: 155
Today I found a photograph of us
It slipped out of an unmarked box
That left me questioning, everything.
At first I romanticised about the picture
We looked happy.
Why is it that you never felt as happy as you look in a photograph?
Is it our way of protecting the past?
The perfect pose... how could we know?
I couldn't help but spot the daisies wrapped around my wrist
and remembered how I hoped that you'd notice
and see what a simple girl I was.
How those daisies made me smile.
But I never said a word, because you always said that I complicated things.
The sun was shining, I could tell, you looked warm
like a stranger, you know you've met before.
like a rib cage full of heartbeats wanting nothing more
than to dance with each other
we loved the summer.
Stood with our bare feet, in a toe curling heat
Yet, I thought that was the day that I climbed to the top of that mountain
and found that blossom tree
took it's branches in my hands and shook blossoms to the ground where you stood
hoping that the world would look so pretty that you'd tell me that you loved me
through your eyes
but you always lied
with your eyes open.
Wasn't that the day you left me so cold I cried icicles?
winters fingers on the run down my face
in that same place where the sun tried to outshine the halo
you wrapped around the clenched fists that you've never hit me with
or tried to beat me with intelligence
but you see it sits so bright on the edge of your tongue
that I never see the words coming
so I keep running my fingernails down your back for answers
I keep plucking at your heart strings with the teeth I pulled out
so that I could feel something other than this.
cos you keep using silence against me,
like gravity.
So I pick up my leftover words and try to make a meal we're both too hungry to cook for
I dig my heels into birds wings I'm too heavy to drift on
It's a long story I know but we keep telling it over and over
the photograph keeps slipping back out of the box
with our perfect poses
and one day,
someone,
might not put the lid back on.
It slipped out of an unmarked box
That left me questioning, everything.
At first I romanticised about the picture
We looked happy.
Why is it that you never felt as happy as you look in a photograph?
Is it our way of protecting the past?
The perfect pose... how could we know?
I couldn't help but spot the daisies wrapped around my wrist
and remembered how I hoped that you'd notice
and see what a simple girl I was.
How those daisies made me smile.
But I never said a word, because you always said that I complicated things.
The sun was shining, I could tell, you looked warm
like a stranger, you know you've met before.
like a rib cage full of heartbeats wanting nothing more
than to dance with each other
we loved the summer.
Stood with our bare feet, in a toe curling heat
Yet, I thought that was the day that I climbed to the top of that mountain
and found that blossom tree
took it's branches in my hands and shook blossoms to the ground where you stood
hoping that the world would look so pretty that you'd tell me that you loved me
through your eyes
but you always lied
with your eyes open.
Wasn't that the day you left me so cold I cried icicles?
winters fingers on the run down my face
in that same place where the sun tried to outshine the halo
you wrapped around the clenched fists that you've never hit me with
or tried to beat me with intelligence
but you see it sits so bright on the edge of your tongue
that I never see the words coming
so I keep running my fingernails down your back for answers
I keep plucking at your heart strings with the teeth I pulled out
so that I could feel something other than this.
cos you keep using silence against me,
like gravity.
So I pick up my leftover words and try to make a meal we're both too hungry to cook for
I dig my heels into birds wings I'm too heavy to drift on
It's a long story I know but we keep telling it over and over
the photograph keeps slipping back out of the box
with our perfect poses
and one day,
someone,
might not put the lid back on.
Pepper- I am faith without religion, without bruised knees and pleas for forgiveness...
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i can see.. all of this