yarn

yarn

that night when you kissed me I left a poem in your mouth.
you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.
and its not the best thing ive ever written.
now im still workin on my rhythm-
my tongue gets tied sometimes.
my throat gets dry-
my hands start trembling.
honestly the only thing ive mastered
is how to write a really good ending.
but im getting pretty tired of finished lines.
so this morning I bought a needle and thread
and started stitching you a sunrise
and the seems are tattered and torn
cause I got the cloth
from an old shirt I was wearing
the first time this world started tearing me open
and ive been choking for my breath since then-
have you ever spent the whole year hoping the morning wouldn’t come?
ive had a band-ade in one hand-
in the other a gun.
somethings been screaming fire kid but
somethings still screamin live.
so baby write me a bridge away from the storm-
I don’t know the words to the song you were born to sing but I know your fingers will bleed when you play the chords-
and maybe youll need me then like I need you now…
and when I say that I miss you I mean something more-
I mean I been biding my time till you kiss me again…
I keep poems like secrets then I tell them when im tired of hiding who I am….
I am missing you most in the silence between songs on my favorite record.
sometimes it takes so long for the music to start… is there a shoreline where the seaweed holds the rock so tight they soften into sand.
is it too late to say that’s how my heart feels in your hands like you could sift it thru an hour glass and pass it off as time-
never stood still and neither did i-
but I will if you let me.
in your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters.
I forget how to hold myself together.
so if I unfold now like a love letter-
tell me youll write back soon-
tell me youll come untethered-
I saw the moon last night for the first time in months-
she reminded me of you slouching stubborn in the light-
id fight battles with the sun to rest against you tonight-
to feel your breath on my pillow- those songbirds outside your window are dropping feathers like a dropped words-
im cold from all that came out wrong.
I sleep alone now-
even when I don’t.
I sleep backbone to floorboards cause theyre softer than regret- don’t let me go,
don’t let me go yet.
I traced your silhouette on the skyline-
your crooked spine bent meadows into mountains
I climb to watch the sun set
the sky never looked so gorgeous.
all those fallen stars so sick of bein famous,
that man next store with his old violin-
I swore his song could save us.

andrea Gibson

(I sleep alone now- even when I don’t. I sleep backbone to floorboards cause theyre softer than regret- don’t let me go, don’t let me go yet.)- my favorite line.