Chris

Chris Jul 2013

your eyes, they stared and asked me
what was going through my head—
(dear don’t fret, please let them rest)
some things are better left unsaid.

Chris Jul 2013

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there’s no strength inside my bones—
but there’s no weakness in these tears.
your breathing may be soft—
but it still stifles all my fears.
/

Chris Jul 2013

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I’ve realized why my veins are blue,
I’ve known it for a while too.
All the blood that’s left my heart
is now returning, missing you.

Chris Jul 2013

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these lungs
may be
breathing,
but I
still think
I’m deprived.
just because
this heart
is beating
doesn’t mean
that I’m
alive.

Chris Jul 2013

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I was
left
at the
seashore
of your
eyes,
where
your
breaths
became
the waves.

Chris Jul 2013

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only
your
heartstrings
keep me
from drowning
in your
lungs.

Chris Jul 2013

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sometimes
your smile
spoke
more
than
words ever
could.