i still don’t think you know what you need.
if this love was handed to you in a glass mason jar, you would throw it at the wall. to find its outcome. you wouldn’t hold it, and rock it to bed. you would dissect every piece, full pieces or torn apart. you wouldn’t find a way in.
where you say you’d like to be, but if i’m honest, you don’t know what it’s like to be inside.
you wish you were in this position, but i gave you the moon when it was full. with yellow golden hues, like you have asked. i walked to the highest mountains while holding your hands, i gave you the ocean on a paper plate. and you still didn’t comprehend. you still made me scream loud words with no meaning. you made winter tears roll down my face.
you’re a tall man with a lot to say, but when the time comes and your mouth won’t shut,
i see words falling, in a static kind of way and i hear nothing.
so, you say you might be dying…. but aren’t we all?