Last 3 letters of the spring

Tell me something

a story about a little girl with hazel eyes running

in circles waiting for a life worth living

wearing a dark green hoodie 

still remembering the humming of 4 Sons

forthcoming, the voices hazy

Tell me something light, like the dust on old books or the first day of winter 

When it smells like cold, velvet scarves, wrinkles 

around your mouth 

Cover your body with a shirt 

navy color I see

When I catch your eye, I take my clothes off 

I want to make you beg for me

nostalgic depression—in the elevator, 4th floor

doors closed, moving swiftly

I want to make you beg for more

watching the back of my head in the mirror

Come closer – I am done crying, stay in my life as much as you like

Here, drink some water, my darling

I want you to sleep in my bed, build a fortress of pillows, wake up early, and dance when you eat

tell me nothing about love—I want to make you beg for me

Tell me something about darkness

It must have hurt when your grandpa died

Tell me how your heart gets smaller every time you can’t remember 

where you’ve placed your keys

That one time in remission, he knew your name for a minute

You look like your brother, he said

and never called to mind again

Tell me something about losing control—the leader of all the holy angels

I want you always, I want you sleeping safe, bare in my bed 

Tell me something about forever

It must have hurt when you got that gotta talk message

She didn’t say goodbye

She said nothing

I thought you were going to leave me

just like 

When my grandpa died

I still see him conducting orchestras

Each musician only hears the one leading, but never the others—they drive in the dark

Tell me something about the time you felt like running

Because you look like your brother, he said

and never called you by your name again

It’s maj btw.

Tell me something about forgetting

I am happy, I promise

Tell me a story about the warm, bright morning, and her first words were

I am still alive, not a serial killer, that’s nice

reaching for your arm

the lips

only just meeting the shape of his head

forthcoming, the voices hazy

hazel eyes unflinching 

I want you to beg for more

Give me the light at the end of the tunnel

If there is something at the end of this maze—I want you always, sleeping safe in my arms

Tell me again about the time you felt like choking

at the look of the wounded creaking soul

I remember the day 

She didn’t kiss me goodbye

She took her book when she left, she hasn’t stopped crying since then