can you.

can you.

A Poem by Sam Page



everything goes quiet and fades into the background
so it doesn’t risk drowning out the silence in
the absence of your presence

my whole body is tense and knowing and waiting for
some relief like in those moments before
a yawn that never comes

and my eyes feel hot and want to shut so the
tears f*****g useless don’t come anymore
just as you cannot either

and there’s no respite from this daynightdaynight hell
of catching breaths and hiccups and silent
full mouth till your lungs are empty screams

my spine hits the pavement as i curl up and bang my
wrists on the sandstone slanting step just pounding and
counting to a number where the pain kind of stops is lessened and relocates
to somewhere i can see

my makeup is on my fingers and the knees of my jeans
and it’s black and smudgy and mixed with water
in a shape that’s more real than you ever were

that dull dragging ache crawls up to the back of my throat
and just hangs there and recesses back into the walls
in waves that are warm and jagged

but i’ll keep my mouth shut like i always have
you’ll be able to tell because my lips are still crackedroughbleeding
yet that’s not the only part of me that is

and i can still feel the cool curve of the metal on my back
and feel you pressed against me and what i said was true.
even my left eye is crying.

© 2010 Sam Page


Author's Note

Sam Page
this hurts. but it doesn’t. see? i have no idea what i’m trying to say.
.
[8.07.09]
tell me what you think, anything, everything.

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Sam Page
Sam Page

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17, girl. sometimes things are prettier smashed broken ripped and twisted. the world looks better withoutthespacesinbetween. I am a perfect mess of contradictions, and I'm [usually] alright wit.. more..

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A Poem by Sam Page


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A Poem by Sam Page