Owen | The Sad Waltzes of Pietro Crespi
could you love someone enough, after all you’ve had and you lost?This is actually the only Owen song I know how to play.
xoxo
(Source: frncsca)
sore throats
I’ve said too much
Your Mother,
she’d never kiss and tell
we floated inside a service elevator
upward you worried about
my shoe laces triple knotted, hand in hand
we swayed out into the sun
with the towers, together in the wind
all of us descendants
the twins, the tallest man in the world, and me
I pulled a cigarette from your lips
and lit the reckless offering lifted from a backyard party
slow burned that summer red
in the dark the second setting came, hot
hard against the asphalt
kneeling in liquid wax and broken glass
I looked up at you
from the street with my hands in a bleeding summer
slowly simmering in streetlight you were smiling
basking in the light lost from my eyes, until I told you to go fuck yourself
this little light is mine
a nurse feels for my pulse
“it’s slow.”
he listens
he looks at me
he leaves
it’s freezing in here
a different nurse feels for my pulse
“it’s slow.”
she listens
she’s not looking at me
she leaves
there are three of them now
“it’s very irregular.”
they keep talking
they’re looking at me
no one leaves
he’s waiting for my face to change
she’s waiting for my heaving chest
she’s waiting for my heart burst
you’re crying in the waiting room
I should have brought a fucking sweater
we floated inside a service elevator
upward you worried about
my shoe laces triple knotted, hand in hand
we swayed out into the sun
with the towers, together in the wind
all of us descendants
the twins, the tallest man in the world, and me
unruly blonde strands fall between smallish lips
moved by thoughtful hands
I wanted thank you for the hair tie
but it seemed the wrong time
(it was)
violet rims stark against moonlit skin
warm breath eludes
shivers shake no trees
nothing but the doe and the darkness
wide eyes bring an awakening of spring
tonight I’d rather starve
complacency
is the winter burn
that starts with the smell of pine
shortening the days
quickening our steps
ending us all
we are listless
warm, driving to the ocean
I leave my sweater on
windy, walking on the sand
you won’t let me back in the car
icy, you won’t let go of my arm
it felt just like sunburn
thank god
