Pictures of You (12/09/25)
Pictures of You
12 August 2025
Beneath the sun in 2022,
My gaze slipped across the room,
caught on the soft line, through your shadow.
And somehow,
God's own accident,
We were poured into the same place.
Nothing in my head,
but the bronze of your skin,
the tender of your smile,
the fire in your eyes,
Take the breath of my eagers.
My heart plundered,
held my breath at your every turn,
trembled in the heat of your voice,
carrying me out to your paradise.
Eye-to-eye, face-to-face,
but a cruel invisible wall
My gaze slipped across the room,
caught on the soft line, through your shadow.
And somehow,
God's own accident,
We were poured into the same place.
Nothing in my head,
but the bronze of your skin,
the tender of your smile,
the fire in your eyes,
Take the breath of my eagers.
My heart plundered,
held my breath at your every turn,
trembled in the heat of your voice,
carrying me out to your paradise.
Eye-to-eye, face-to-face,
but a cruel invisible wall
kept us from mouth to mouth.
November rain 2023,
carried us away.
November rain 2023,
carried us away.
I wished your voice would linger a little longer.
Knew you're out tonight, but not whose body you held.
Nearly lost you,
yet you pulled me back to my favorite sin.
Warm. Strange. Intense.
Knew you're out tonight, but not whose body you held.
Nearly lost you,
yet you pulled me back to my favorite sin.
Warm. Strange. Intense.
Sacred hours 2024,
I knew the house you grew up in,
the friends who guarded your laughter,
the fragile weight you place on yourself.
I knew the nights that folded in on you,
the sorrows that cracked you open.
And I vowed, to hang on,
to let the storm pass through.
You're my best friend.
August 2025,
fell through my fingers, and I'm still remain fool.
The days you dreamed of leaving this town, we fled.
Halfway gone, you turned your mind,
yet still, we fled anyway.
And just so you know,
I'd burn through heaven and hell,
and fall back down,
I'd spend my soul on you.
the light that fills my hollows,
the air that brings back to life,
in my dying breath.
I remember you standing quiet in the rain.
I remember you running soft through the night.
You're a stone white, so delicate.
Bigger, brighter, and wider than snow.
There was nothing,
nothing I ever wanted more,
to feel you deep in my heart.
I knew the house you grew up in,
the friends who guarded your laughter,
the fragile weight you place on yourself.
I knew the nights that folded in on you,
the sorrows that cracked you open.
And I vowed, to hang on,
to let the storm pass through.
You're my best friend.
August 2025,
fell through my fingers, and I'm still remain fool.
The days you dreamed of leaving this town, we fled.
Halfway gone, you turned your mind,
yet still, we fled anyway.
And just so you know,
I'd burn through heaven and hell,
and fall back down,
I'd spend my soul on you.
Here to breath the smell nearness your skin.
Here to admire you from a far shore.
For an angel like you,
and I'd forsake eternity,
just to feel the trace of your touch.
You closest to heaven,the light that fills my hollows,
the air that brings back to life,
in my dying breath.
I remember you standing quiet in the rain.
I remember you running soft through the night.
You're a stone white, so delicate.
Bigger, brighter, and wider than snow.
There was nothing,
nothing I ever wanted more,
to feel you deep in my heart.
Looking so long at these pictures of you.
Living so long with my pictures of you.
My pictures of you.
Living so long with my pictures of you.
My pictures of you.
play the song above while reading the poem
(written by J on 12/09/25)
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