mama, break me down for I can’t stand myself tonight. I’m scared of doing things my way; mama, I’m breaking into aches of blue. carry the pieces of me on a thread around your wrist. I’d talk to the moon but you make being alone look better. you and I, mama, we’re a corridor of empty rooms with a full register. || (pt1) Camillea
you gave birth to autumn, mama, but you’re the only one I’ll ever hold still for. the only one who makes my falling feel like I’m soaring towards home. you’ve always taught me that if I should break, I break loudly. // so today I am fearless, wishing to get lost in your lonely. I think I’d find myself there. I think we are held together by something more than our blood and flesh. don’t you know I would carry you in me past death? || (pt2) Camillea
I’ve inherited a defiance for the ancients from you. I am more your love than me; mama, they say I look so much like you but what they don’t know is // you look so much like my faith. || (pt3) Camillea
. the dead anon poets society .
