In frame @fadingeversince - For you,
I write this for you, writing this nickel of a paragraph for you not to you.
So dont misinterpret, like I did my whole lie of a life.
They say, them say, to the writers,to us that your feelings dont belong to you once you have written them down there, anywhere, in words, in art, for once they are out there, its not yours anymore. And my feelings, they were never yours, vulnerable, unprotected, volatile, fragile, uncertain, everything the opposite of what you described of me.
For you, I write so I can keep my feelings and give you what you loved more than me, the words. The directionless man whom I attempted to cross roads with, you were the Albatross I am to hang around my neck. Dont worry, I ll wear you around with all my belongings, the leftant parts of nights I refuse to forget, wrapped around it. But I ll let go you, of all your metaphors, in cigarettes, in chain spaces, in the whores that couldn't fake orgasms the way you faked smiles, in brick walls painted fabricated red over the roughness different yet same. I am writing to you about the croaking sound of your voice as you revisited the book I love of the painted bird and how much you resembled the bird who was killed by its own flock because he was painted a different shade. We were sitting by the shade of a tree, where the sun grew and we pointed out to the sky where you spotted Prometheus last night and how really women were the doom of men.So much I ll bleed for the times I read you from pages you slided to me, of poetry that wasn't supposed to last more than the lifetime of the poet, which it did for because nothing makes anything more beautiful than mortality, right.
#foryou - #regrann