when we kissing i feel all the me that i ever am welled up in my throats, spilt over my jawline
and all the me that can never been pulled back my hair and screamings: you were more now than i expected
who knew that you was a part of my me who knew that you could tell me something about a me that was notknown until you
i must have known something when i met you that first day when you were young and i didn’t even notice and still somehow convincing you to stay.
bridges and
poohsticks and autumn leaves
and you float away into
the years that have gone by
between you me and
w h e n w e w e r e o n e
that was something right
and i kissed him and remembered
about the way the trees reach
to stroke the creek around
my parent’s old house.
i used to want the bigdream,
to follow a golden thread
out the maze and past the shadows.
god died when i was young,
while i sat in the bathroom and cried;
i lost my closest friend and earliest memory.
(the is nothere full-answer confusion to)
i said i didn’t understand anything.
life just happened and meaning didn’t
i mean i didn’t mean maybe i’m not
and he said never to untie the knots.
maybe be lost it’s fine if you
want meaning remember the willows.
that was something, right?
Poetry by lugh-tm 