02.06.03 - 9:27 PM
Together we are not as strong as I wish we could be. We are not strength in numbers, you are strength alone. You are the hemp rope wound around our wrists, binding us together one dead weight and one glorious embodiment of strength.
You are the New York Skyline, a picture imprinted into so many memories. You are high enough to reach the sky, yet you still touch the ground. You are bold enough to make a presence, yet subtle enough to remain untouched. You could steal the world if you wanted to, throw it away in a burlap sack and we would never notice that it was gone, that we were gone, we'd be blinded by the beauty of your reflection in the water.
We are not bound, though I wish we were. I wish we could feel the twine digging into our wrists as we reached for ways inside of each other. So you could always remember from the burns on your wrists the way I dragged you down, the way I bombed your buildings the way I stole your flight like a pack of cigarettes from a coat pocket.
Without him she drags cigarettes and says, "I'd rather cancer than slit my throat." and I think, "I wish I had cigarettes when Greg left." And I realize that this is off topic and that this is all about you, it was always about you, I was always about you.
Focusing on you is strange. You are streaks of colors in a photograph, always moving always streaming always running away. Running after you is like chasing tail lights on the 401, streaks of light intertwining with one another but never with my fingers, unlike the way your fingers intertwine with the veins surrounding my heart and you act like a puppeteer, pulling on heart strings making it dance inside my ribcage for you. Always distant always out of reach always right in sight, I can never grasp you.
I am a ferry drifting day and night and you are still the Skyline, staring down at me. I am never close enough to touch you yet never far enough to not be able to see you, to forget about you, but one day we will collide and I
will
break
you
down
<3
