Photographic Feelings

Pictures of you
But I wish I were there too

I remember how horridly your sunken words could be lethally slurred
How hard was it to fall when pictures don’t move?
I forgot how you looked without blur
This picture of you took me to all different hues
But you taught me that silence wasn’t always meant to soothe

Your smile seemed to lean
It’s the sort of scrape that cuts through jeans
And we wonder how seams tie themselves to dreams

Your words absurd
I watched every action you took
But what movement would you take upon that was higher than verbs

It’s hard to fly in depravity
You found me in the deep cavity
I longed for the touch
Because I used to float in your gravity

The lips sewn
Eyes donned
You hated to fall on wings of remorse
We were a mistake to all the colors you’ve thrown
And we were thrown off the light’s course

As if all were cradled in the arms of a joke
The shattering glass, the dark mass, the blood I soak
You wrote it on rotten walls
My heart shaped lenses you broke

You saw these jagged pieces of me too painful to put together
I saw my mouth scream, as I had never heard
And I saw this world bitterly blurred
Not even printed-paper flies on wings of one feather
I felt the rain, and the acid weather
These photographic feelings lay higher than a verb