The River Carries the Stars

A Boy With Roses

every night I wait for you to come back to me like a dream              

the sky pours, blackness through horizontal lines                                                              

I hear frogs outside my house and I listen closely                                                                

to the everlasting heartbeat of life, that touch-and-go ache                                                          

the world spins carelessly under my feet

 

when it rains and everything stand's still                                                                                    

I hear the sky's song                                                                                                            

like a carousel of violins and candles                                                                              

when I wake up alone                                                                                      

I'm malleable and cobalt, looking at you like a prophecy                          

you put the blame on me                                                                                              

you put the blame on me 

 

with each turnabout, I see through your elastic veil                                                              

like a vision of boys kissing by the lake                                                                  

strung-out and knee-deep in wistful levitation                                                                        

I prayed we could make it out of this                                                                                      

I saw us in the ocean loveless and adrift                                          

I had dreams we would make it big but we never did                                                      

time left us bereft, bristling with monumental sadness                                                    

laid on the grass, collecting dust like an antique                                                                        

I live in books and I calm my bones with sedatives                                                                      

you say you're sorry but your words are disingenuous                            

your words are an abandoned ship                                                                            

fading into a cold morning I wish you would talk to me                                                  

I wish you were real, not just a dream. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 4th, 2022 14:04
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