Restoration

I write you in every poem, every song, and every dream i have.
I write you in the empty spaces in my life.

I draw your fingers between the spaces of mine.
And i wrap mine around yours.
Grasping it to feel the life seeping back through these hollow bones of mine.
I draw the curves of your body around the curves of mine.
And i hold you tight to feel you in my blood stream, returning warmth inside this cold corpse of mine.

I picture your eyes in front of mine.
And i stare into those brown eyes to feel the colors seep back into these sunken eyes of mine.
I picture your lips, an inch from mine.
And i breathe you in to feel the soul return under this beat up skin of mine.

revealing (for you)

Love.

jayofarc, my life in metaphors.

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She revealed inspiration 

In colors black and blue
She did it
With a mess only she can make beautiful
Throw in a hurricane
You’ll have what I call “my mine’s effect” 
You’ll fight her 
She’s exhausting 
But what good is comfort when it numbs every vein in your body? 
Let me be exhausted. 
Let me feel her mess.
Let me read words I see in eyes that had  never before spoken. 
Hear them speak
In a language known only to me 
They’ll reveal a secret she never even knew she harboured.
I remembered when she told me I’m a calming presence. 
I think she liked saying it
I bet she meant it too
I hated that word 
Calm is final 
Finality is numbness 
To be numb is to be a body without a soul
And she 
She is my soul revealed in a wrapping so beautiful it cannot be human flesh. 

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