you stoleyou are smoke,More Like This
and I forget
how the mockingbird
used to sing.
how to miss someone.
you left warm spots in me,
familiar dents and puckers
nothing holds my eyes in place.
they roll from one end of my skull
to the other,
I don't want to see
a world without you in it.
you let this place hollow out
and dry like infinite droughts.
the years age me,
and I don't know who I am
I only remember you,
but I forget that you are gone.
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.More Like This
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s