learning about love the hard way

hello, lovelies!

i return with another piece of writing i did a few years back. i was very emo, and very depressed at the time of writing this, but i'm better now! i mean, i'm still emo and depressed, but not to the same levels i was when i wrote this. this one is about a girl.

sometimes (or, art room)

sometimes i still wish you were to one that i got to come home to

that you were the one that i could give all my love to

because god knows i hold far too much love in my body,

and it pours over from my heart

it bleeds through the palms of my hands when i stroke my lover's face

it seeps from my eyes when i feel far too many things at once

it courses through my veins when i hold my lover close

can't you see it?

the thick, dark, sappy substance that coats my clothes, my body, my bed

my spot on the couch, my chair at work

the front seat of your car

my love is everywhere.

it's on your skin, your clothes

your hair, your neck.

in your mouth, on your tongue.

it's splatter on the walls of that room, our room.

it coats your hands like the blood you spilled when you took your knife

and you took your words and you killed me

my love is everywhere

even as i lay dying in that room

even as i call for you

even as i whisper your name to the still air

the still air that still tastes of you