I knew a guy so smart,
he can calculate the numbers of
the universe, one of them hiding
in your eye like a nostalgic
crime scene seen on
stained glass.
You kept saying that you can't unravel
your self after getting wrapped in ribbons of lies
and that probably i have talked to your shadow,
the guy you leave behind.
I got you a theraphist as a gift for christmas,
never knowing that their words
infused anodyne pills,
i tried making origami
out of your trauma,
contemplating
your moments filled
with guilty cries
and your hourly pain
that you keep inside
the awakening
pockets of soils in
the garden of your heart.
Imperfections make
a perfect sorrow, you let
your stretch marks make room
for other insecurities,
you let your bone cracks make
room for another
devoted church to be built
with eggshells, tears,
and the perpetual hatred
the people's mouths poured you
like the skies slowly darkening
from time to time.
It was like the region
Tartarus inside your dead heartbeats
that made you never believe in love
ever again.
Perhaps it is true that
'Strange is the blindness to
the unfortunate truths'
You chose to live in lies
rather than knowing
the people who loved
melancholy as a
friend.
Years and years yet
agony won't age like
the reminiscence of your
friend's past lovers,
not everything that lights
up are permanent stars to your sky,
some will leave you, cause they'll
call your love 'unreal' and just an
illustration of a botched magnetar
hidden inside you.
Your mom taught you how
to swim, yet you let
the ocean of blues
carry you in plasma
waves,
a battle cry on
swirling galaxies that lays
in the hand of the
empty space of darkness,
an orion nebula
brewed by the broken
pieces, a cotton-candy like
towers of clouds,
a whirlpool galaxy
laced by the ancient dust
which was left by the
breath of your ancestors
that surveiled the
purge of memories
under the tips of their fingers,
lies a g o n y.
Nothing bites more
harder than the tears
of Saturn, it's body
blanketed by the
bellicose rings
of their own dynasty
soothed by the
scratching music
of space like how
deafening weepings
makes Mother Nature
give up on me, gravity
left this world after
you lost your 'girl'
and now you depend
on someone who doesn't
love you at all, cause
you knew agony as a friend,
that will always tap your shoulder
whenever burdens increase.
©sars.
J