04
Jan
LOVE – Poems
Words: Unseen_Unheard
Photos : Louise Nilsson
FROM EMPTY
I break myself to
make myself nectar
for your sweet taste
for black lace and
late night mistakes.
I flutter sad eyes
as you stutter butterflies
into my mouth,
and I swallow them
like meals I have purged
and feelings I have urged
into silence,
even when my skin was craving
your gentlest
violence,
even when I have been
nothing
but a dry thirst
to be loved back
in the measures
I kept pouring for you
from empty,
from the hollow
I wallowed, where words
churned and turned
into promises I couldn’t speak
nor keep, like how
I will be able to get up
after us.
But there is no such thing as,
after us;
we just slumber
between each tumble
and fumble,
I only crumble to
put on another black dress and
perfume myself
with your ever after sorries.
But it is a love story,
nonetheless.
I take what I can
get with you
WHO AM I?
Who am I
to build an alter at his ribs;
to kneel there,
to sip that soul
straight from his skin, to take
his essence
to the back of my throat
where I hum unholy hymns
of longing to belong
there, a gargling madness
of wasted love
Who am I
to carve our names
into eternity, to cut my earthquake
into trembles
and lay them
at his feet like a burnt offering, who am I
to burden him
with my blaze, with my wounded gaze
of hopeless adoration;
a raging wildflower
claiming his untrained hands to tame me
Who am I
to go here, to go this far,
to bend at such uncomfortable angles,
to break at my own will, to tangle
myself
around his shadows to outstay
this invitation
so brief
in his infatuation, who am I
to wreck whole worlds
to have the crumbs of him;
who am I?
GHOST
I feel eerie in my own lingerie,
a blue satin ghost
of the girl you used to court,
using up all the space
in doorways and mornings,
watching you press
coffee beans
with a tenderness and fervour
I remember
only to envy their aroma;
this is a slow finale
For More: I’m Swimming In Grey
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