I've been writing a love poemi.I've been writing a love poem by ~gummyrabbit
I knew it was coming, and then I knew
that I did not know what was coming.
I wrote a firm “Vesuvius” in blue block letters
everyday, for three weeks, on my forearm,
desperate attempts to steady a magmatic soul
tossed between thick eruption and a shattering aftermath of sparks.
The thin black pen felt cool and poised between my fingers.
I slowly traced in spidery ink the branching blood vessels on my wrists’ white underbelly.
There is life beneath these lines, beauty bound up in being –
Don’t you see? Won’t you see? I am living and breathing, beautiful, beside you.
This time I never found a pen.
I only thought, each day, of writing on my wrists, my arms, of writing everywhere,
shouting silent letters from my clothing, screaming in large white print
“I’m not here.”
I’d been searching for my old self, you see, but found
only half-hearted attempts and sadness that settled, waiting, in the night.