Question mark.

You the smell of laundry powder, cigarettes and breakfast, knotted hair and tangled spines and
bodies moving fluid like language.
You your lungs as goldmines, breathe me in.
I pulled myself out from underneath your skin.

The intimate knowledge of each other that we hid even from ourselves, barely suggested in the split-second glances caught from across tables or in crowded hallways, so brief I wondered if we'd even locked eyes at all.

It was for your sake as much as it was for mine.

Question mark.

Better yet you could have let me drown, we could have fallen in love for at least three weeks, spent entire days in bed with the curtains drawn soft blowing on our tea when it was too hot.

We wouldn't have wanted this to be anything other than what it is.
what it is.
it is
is it
is,
what is it?

I can't tell.

It is the internal conflict that dances in the space between my heart and my head.
It is that instant flash of fear and regret that splashes red across our cheeks and soaks into our skin like soil, flows through every inch of us and makes our fingers tremble.
It is knowing better but carrying on anyway.
our days unfolding in the only way they knew how.

I never said it had to make sense
(not that you had ever cared to ask me)
but if there is anything that I am certain of, it's that there will always be this part in both of us that wants what we can't have for no better reason other than that we cannot have it.
I know it and I feel it, stuck like a dead weight in my chest.

Do you feel that too.

Question mark.

Reviews

[Akshat♥]

i completely agree with lily..
i loved those lines a lot:)
poem is so awesome..i even cannot tell you..
i see this is your 1st poem..best one i can say
so,keep writing:)

[Lily Mae]

"I never said it had to make sense
(not that you had ever cared to ask me)"

I love that...for so many reasons.. there is power in the asking and sometimes way over looked..xx an excellent write..xx