Can you forgive
all these sad songs,
all the words tagged with your name?
Don’t waste your flowers on me
Can you forgive
all my worn-out secrets,
the things I threw like a hurricane?
Don’t waste your minutes like me
I worship a world
with no other fortunes,
stuck in the dark holding the same flint
I can’t let go of the perfect I see
I lie with you
or for you again,
all the not-enough nights that I’ve spent
Tangling your fate again with me
Please walk on water
like in all my dreams,
white lies that blind me till disaster
Soak up all the space I can’t see
Where do I touch
when I feel your lonely,
movements you forget hours after
Take up all the air I can’t breathe
Too high to come
down where you need me,
can you forgive when I’m in the wrong place?
Don’t waste your flowers on me
Too close to press
my shivers to yours,
can you forgive my negative space?
Don’t waste your minutes like me
I didn't waste my
I didn't waste my time
reading this nice poem
A Bit of A Rant Detected
Defining territory and spaces m'thinks - slc