Our Beautiful Nothing

June 13, 2010
By Anonymous

Darling,
You hold the sun in your hands,
Warm and sputtering like the poisonous words perched on my tongue,
Clawing their way out of my throat,
That I somehow manage to swallow for you,
Just you.
But baby,
The darkness inside me is leaking out
Like an overfull balloon
Slowly infecting
E V E R Y T H I N G
And you have light fizzing through your veins
Like an Angel’s marijuana high
And when you smile
I
M E L T.
And I remember sitting under the night stars,
Where none of my sadness
Or poetry
Could wrap around my vulnerable heart.
And thinking maybe in this moment
You
And
I
And me and you
Could
E S C A P E
From all of this.
To our beautiful nothing.
And I whispered
Run,
Run,
Run,
Run,
We might escape it yet.



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