Delicacy
As I consumed the wooden air around me, inhaling pieces of the earth into my paper lungs, suddenly the words that I’ve kept alive along my wild lips, I’ve realized are not the same, as the words which I’ve made a bed for, along my windswept chest. As I sat at the edge of the earth swallowing the stars one by one, you told me to be still, for no matter how hard I tried, I could never shine quite as bright as the sun. But I told you that I longed to be as the trees, and how they have learned to let go of all they have, in trust that it will return to them again next spring. So I have let you go, but darling spring has passed, and I am still standing here alone, Bare and frigid. Watching the leaves return to their bodies, as I stand naked, with nothing to cover my peeled soul, but the rawness of the moonlight. Oh how I wish to be as the trees, maybe then, you would have returned to me. So I will use the world inside me as wings, and I will fly up to the moon, and I will search for you. Even though I know, that you will not be there. But I cannot erase your shadow which follows me everywhere I run, so rather I must learn to run beside it. My eyes rest so far away from the moon tonight, but he is looking at me, as I am looking at him. Pale and gleaming, so distant from my reach, the moon and I had fallen in love. For we both have been set to live so far away, from something that we love, with all our souls.
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