If I could
I would dip my fingers
into your absinthe heart,
drunk, drowsy, dreary
and full of pain.
I would lift away the anchor
he dragged through your body,
caught on coral reef regrets
and your sea-salty dreams.
I would swim, naked and bare
through the sunken hopes
and leave each whole and restored,
floating to the surface like shining bubbles.
I would search every league.
I would save you;
and you would feel existence again.













Comments
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I know I have a heart...because it hurts me so...
I'm not broken hearted, I'm just broken in...
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"I would feel your tongue
writing fiction
down my spine,
but the best lies
were mine."
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Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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