shiva vs. a lonely wooden tower
you’ve become the lines in my palms,
the parade of freckles across my chest.
an aching sensation wants me to burn but
I know you’ll cradle me as i forget what I’ve learned.
I feel your
quiet beating
of my run down heart
and your tugging of the corners on my lips.
for a while,
i started to understand that you would be the only one who would stay
when i tore my hair out.
but now I try to balance on your scars,
trying to keep sane, to keep it all the same
and you’re crying in the corner
trying to teach me how to love her,
how to mourn her,
all while I destroy her.
-the air shaft
this is art it’s raw and real and i feel it thank you because wow
thx you’re so sweet
i can’t wait to read more of your work wow
ahh thx so much and the feeling’s mutual
bro, was this written by a ghost / the wind / or another country
so good
ahh thank you thank you nelson