Transcience | Teen Ink


October 30, 2015
By oceansofapathy PLATINUM, Milpitas, California
oceansofapathy PLATINUM, Milpitas, California
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We speak in broken conversations,
the sound of your syntax rising in your throat
and I’m scared to say
I barely know you anymore
except the echo of your name,
and to you, my words
are just leftovers,
scraps you skim then forget,
but I don’t blame you –
sometimes I forget too.

Why bother? Steady interruptions
drown me out,
and I like bathing in doubt
because nothing is solid,
not even the moon.

Foreign stories rests unevenly on our tongues
and maybe I don’t want to believe
that you’re a thousand cities,
but one song away.

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