On the day of your graduation.
I read you like a book
in another language.
There is no translation.
I cry as I tried to find the phrases.
Your rhythm is all I can feel,
And I can’t even out tenses right,
where are we in time?
I don’t know what the words mean,
But I can feel it in your voice
Envision your throat contracting and relaxing
As you type the words and mouth them,
Never making an audible sound,
But the energy hangs heavy
And I can feel every word fall out.
You would never let me read you like a book,
The kind you can put down and let go.
You’re a story that lingers on the tip of my tongue,
And I’m waiting for you to come home.
—On the day of your graduation.
WANNA PET THAT BELLY
THIS KITTEN THO
"Writers are always interchanging in some way, just as the air we breathe doesn’t belong to one place."
"The more I read, the more I acquire, the more certain I am that I know nothing."
Voltaire (via wordsnquotes)
1. Daisy Dukes and Wonder Woman t-shirt, title: “Daisy Dykes” 2. Borrowed bathing suit, title: “Accidentally Patriotic” 3. “Happy Birthday America, let’s drink!”