odd days

on the first
there will be breaths that feel
like betrayal even though
you are walking through fields
of freshly cut grass and
sprouting sunflowers

on the third
the moon will seem
like a bloody show off
because the clouds you are under
are darker than your lover’s skin

the fifteenth will be a reminder
of that last kiss, the depths
it reached, of all the ways you’ve
had to fold your heart to make it fit

the twenty third will be you running
at full speed
against the wind on memory lane
not wanting to remember
not trying to forget

the thirty first is pure sadness
sinking further and further into mourning
wondering how much longer before
you hit the ground

or find answers.

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13 thoughts on “odd days

  1. favorite lines.
    “of that last kiss, the depths
    it reached, of all the ways you’ve
    had to fold your heart to make it fit”

    “the twenty third
    will be you running
    at full speed against
    the wind on memory lane
    not wanting to remember
    not trying to forget”

    love it!

  2. Your writing makes me happy. Whenever I come to your blog I remember that yellow notebook you always carried around scribbling away all the time back in highschool. I’m so proud that you created a platform to share your words with people. Love this piece my darling.

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