have you ever been in a
moment that already feels like a memory?
when everything is shimmering and easy,
suspended in time,
floating and hesitating and swollen with breath
and then you blink,
and it’s over
a memory after all.
i think every moment was
like that with you –
a series of memories that
i watched happen,
somehow trapped on the outside
perpetually present but never really there
and god how i tried
i tried to hold on to the moments
to hold my breath and
to never blink
i clung on to you and left marks with
my fingernails,
marks that fade every time i remember them
but you were always an other
an i love you and a wink and a smile
and the perfection blinded me,
i think,
because now i don’t want those memories.
i don’t want perfection and aching lungs and dry, pinpricky eyes
i want tears and yelling
and laughing until you might maybe be sobbing
and hours of nothing but silence and
the crinkle of paper
i want fingernail scratches on shoulder blades,
scratches that fade in the skin but burn in the memory and
i want pools of milky moonlight
settling in collarbones
i want eyes that can talk to me
from across the room
and lips that twist when they’re annoyed and
twitch when they’re witty and
tremble when they’re sad
i want a heart that knock
knock
knocks on its ribcage
and breath that mingles with mine.
i want mornings that are tired and cranky
with kisses all the same
and i want fingers twisted with mine and
moments that i get to be a part of
but mostly i just want nights.
those long, quiet, velvety nights
i want to be able to shut my eyes tight
and still hear that bird heart
knocking out a beatbeatbeat when
i wake up
because with you, i blinked
and it was over
a memory after all
and maybe you were perfect
but honey,
i can’t keep my eyes open forever.
jessicamarie19
Jun 19, 2012 @ 12:47:55
There are so many beautiful lines in this – the emotion is really tangible!
aprilwednesday
Jun 19, 2012 @ 14:32:46
Thank you so much! :)