"A squirrel, two sparrows.
A crippled dog.
Hit. Grasp, save, grasp, hit, miss.
Miss. Miss again.
And I see your eyes.
Fur, feathers. Blood. And that noise.
Tree, fence, sunshine. Miss. Save.
Hit. Hit again. And that noise.
Sparrow.
I'd pick you up from the grass.
But there's nowhere to take you...
I am one of them.
Sister of mine, don't worry.
Hit, miss, save.
Skin, bruises, blood.
And I see your eyes too, Sister.
I say don't worry, but what am I going to do?
I'd pick you up, but where would I take you?
I am one of them."
"A squirrel, two sparrows.
A crippled dog.
Hit. Grasp, save, grasp, hit, miss.
Miss. Miss again.
And I see your eyes.
Fur, feathers. Blood. And that noise.
Tree, fence, sunshine. Miss. Save.
Hit. Hit again. And that noise.
Sparrow.
I'd pick you up from the grass.
But there's nowhere to take you...
I am one of them.
Sister of mine, don't worry.
Hit, miss, save.
Skin, bruises, blood.
And I see your eyes too, Sister.
I say don't worry, but what am I going to do?
I'd pick you up, but where would I take you?
I am one of them."
i recall once on the church steps, when i moved to kiss your chest, how we paid such close attention to each sweet and stuttered breath, i shouldve stopped to paint our picture, captured honest pure affection, just to document the difference between attraction and connection.
i can see all of my friends and i break into empty buildings, when the coast was clear, with backpacks full of beer, we'd throw our bottles from the rooftops. at the city it looked endless. guess i still dont see the difference between real purpose and that urgent adolescene.
and i remember in the basement sharing sweat with all these stranger boys and girls. "we'll ch
you still cross my mind from time to time. and i mostly smile.
still so set on finding out where we went wrong and...why.
so i retrace our every step with an unsure pen. try to figure out what my head thinks. but. my head just aint what it used to be. then again.
whats the point anyway?
i remember you ascending all the stairs up to the balcony to see if you could see me-hidden quietly away. and i remember the skin of your fingers, the spot three quarters up id always touch when i was out of things to say. you held my hand, but you were too afraid to speak. you were too afraid to speak and i could never understand. i remember when you lean
i know that someday you'll be sleeping darling,
likely dreaming off the pain.
i hope you'll hear me in the streetlights humming
lightly breathing out your name.
i know that even with the seams stitched tightly,
darling, scars will remain.
i say we scrape them from eachother darling, and
let them wash off in the rain. and when they run into the river, oh NO, let the water not complain. i swear that even with the distance slowly wearing at your name
your hands still catch the light the right way, and our hearts still beat the same.
and our hearts still beat the same.