transitional phases are good.

Yes, i always knew. Weeping into the moon on your shoulder, would only leave me dust. The apple hanging on your throat, it was not mine.

The apple on the kitchen table, not mine.
The apple hanging from silver thread, not mine.
Someone elses wings, also not mine.

I always knew, resting my head on 7am and its hands, its hands
are silky. but not mine.
Not my hands, shaking the suns. Not my hands.

Author's Note

i love my boyfriend

Reviews

this reminds me of trust.
that facade that people put on, and in the end you find that's it was never really true.

"Yes, i always knew. Weeping into the moon on your shoulder, would only leave me dust." Love it.