“The day the love-scarred
will swallow the stone
that their vengeant hands had meant to cast
at the romantic’s glass heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is when I will venture back to hope
but not before.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(1.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
dearly bereft,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it had been apricity’s kiss<\/p>\n\n\n\n
who thawed the tear
from the cerulean eyes of death<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that birthed us into this world<\/p>\n\n\n\n
so beg not
to be preserved<\/p>\n\n\n\n
fight to be shed
to be expended<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and then expand<\/p>\n\n\n\n
be an avalanche
conquering the porcelain cheek of death
down which we all must tumble<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and see to it
that her hand
has an entire ocean
to wipe away<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by the time that she decides
to vacate this one moment
in which she mournfully clung
to ever having dared
indulge the thought of life<\/p>\n\n\n\n
because there is no such thing
as love or spring
without winter’s cruel equality of strife
first compelling them to exist<\/p>\n\n\n\n
so be compelled
resist against all costs
the crushing maw of nothingness<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and live<\/p>\n\n\n\n
live
to leave death
blushing bruises<\/p>\n\n\n\n
in memory of tears
that for once
fought against being ignored
and clung on
to have their moment in the sun<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and may every subsequent sunrise
that we shall not live to see
over the fields of our youth
and so too the worlds
that we shall never wander<\/p>\n\n\n\n
serve every day again
as a declaration
against self abandonment<\/p>\n\n\n\n
as a divine plea
that nevermore
even a fiber of time
spent in our own good company
is to be squandered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(2.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the moon
is but one
light second
removed
from the earth<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to me
that means
there’s only four hundred and ninety eight
more stepping stones
to the sun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
so promise me now
whenever the weight of your mind
does eclipse all hope<\/p>\n\n\n\n
eight and a half minutes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that is how long
you hold on for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(3.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
perhaps penance<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is spent<\/p>\n\n\n\n
reclaiming our untaken footsteps
from the waves that never erased them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
perhaps penance<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is spent<\/p>\n\n\n\n
guarding all our unlived life
to be left unlived<\/p>\n\n\n\n
until we dare forgive ourselves for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
iii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and perhaps salvation<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is to view
every stumble
as a triumph<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and every subsequent rise
as due celebration.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(4.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here’s to the love-scarred romantics<\/p>\n\n\n\n
who dare keep their lover’s stone
on display in their glass heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and are brave enough
to accept the chance
of shattering
with every loving touch<\/p>\n\n\n\n
it’s them
and only them
who know the vulnerability it takes
to grow roses from a stone<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and yet are willing
to put themselves at stake
to keep another safe
despite the times
they themselves have been left broken for it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
that’s hope for the sake of hope<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and that’s the kind of love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
against which Death
never stood a chance
of enduring alone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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