My Body Remembers

A Boy With Roses

this river was an offering for our wasted youth                                                                        

the days we laid in swimming pools                                                                            

hopelessly longing in that beautiful sadness                                                            

falling in love with my father, drunk behind sunglasses                                                    

I had a dream I was immortal but my heartbeats were hollow                                          

now I'm laid in this room, surrounded by bottles                                                            

the sunlight pours through the window and my black heart                                        

weeps for the child I was, it hurts me so bad how much I loved you                

somewhere out there, taking lines in a hotel room                                                

desolate as I turn the page of the book 

 

the cologne still lingers in the air like a cloud on a string                                                

an angel watching over me, love sweeter than ice cream                                                  

when we're swimming in that chlorine                                                                              

I forget about the flood, the needles they stuck into us                                                

life was never a dream, in these coal mines my father died                                      

dancing with tears in my eyes 

 

every time I see the moonlight I think of you, babe                                                    

every time I take a pill, you're my side effects, babe                                            

crawling through trenches, babe                                                                                

burning incense and out of ink cartridges                                                          

draped over the bed, my body is lifeless with every bruise                                                    

you left on my neck, I can still smell you, love haunting me                                        

quietly waiting for a miracle                                                                                                      

I feel pain in ribbons, love in ribbons, my head in knots                                  

watercolours and mucous                                                                                                            

hands covered in my blood, my love for you is eternal                                                                  

our apartment song                                                                                                            

sucking on grapes and sucking on his wrath                                                                            

I will love your wild heart forever, the mountains where leaves fall                                  

saving my money for a hunting rifle                                                                                

forgive me, forgive our stains, forgive our sins                                                            

when he's playing the guitar and my heart is breaking                                              

when we're drunk and it's late and we're talking about stupid things                          

bless us, bless the murdered children, never forgotten                                                    

in the arms of love, save us                                                                                                

save us from who we are, boys dreaming of love                                                    

when I'm sleeping and I see you in museums                                                                                  

depressed since I was seventeen, out on that long road                                          

watching porn with the volume turned up                                                        

remembering our telephone conversations                                                                    

now I'm holding onto the memories of our love

 

my body remembers what it feels like to be lost                                                                  

my body remembers what it feels like                                                                                          

my body remembers                                                                                                        

my body remembers what it feels like to be lost                                                          

now I'm holding onto the memories of our love.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 12th, 2022 18:58
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