#inkspilled

you tell me, but i keep remembering.

at the dinner table, my stomach turns and i lose my appetite

outside in the grass, i wish on a dandelion for you to come back to me

watching basketball, remembering how you used to hurt yourself playing

listening to music, i hear our song and i think of you

watching tv, finishing all the shows we used to watch together

and every 14th i remind myself i’m another month away from when we started talking

and i can’t sleep cause i dream of you each night

my mind doesn’t let me forget. i keep remembering.

so i’m sorry if i *67 you at 4 am

i just wanna hear your voice not yelling at me for once.

i hope you hear my voicemail and think of how you were my first and only everything

Here's to the friends who sit with the intent to listen and speak the depth of it.

Here's to the friends who fill my head with constant laughter instead of cold silence or self- loathing words.

Here's to the friends who say I'm Sorry and tell me it will be okay and mean it.

Here's to the friends who say i love you and they do .

Friendship a relationship that carries a burden of hanging up for each other in every and all situations . A relationship that explains magic do exist with the incoherent romanticism of laughing, kicking up each others asses , cracking jokes, sharing every bit of emotion and precisely loving flawlessly. And yearning for it as this is the only potion that could cure you out of any fucking suitation.

you're so affectionate. you're such a tease. in my dreams we smoke cigarettes after sex. in my dreams we're slow dancing in the dark side of the gym.

there's this watercolour splash of you on my mind. make it rain baby; make it rain milk and honey all over us. rain check, you texted me, the southern downpour beating against my windows. how long was it that we spent down by the turtle pond yesterday?

i didn't think i'd even be seeing you, but i still put on that short black dress of isa's with you in mind. then you showed up in front of my building, leaning against a pillar like you thought you were james dean instead of my very own favourite boy.

"it's too hot for you to do that," you huffed, leaning away from the press of my front. i blew cool kisses and air across the damp fabric on your back. you kissed me so much yesterday. you kissed me. you kissed me.

come here, please. i thought you were in my bed last night. i thought you'd come to me in my sleep,

that you'd felt my aching need from across burning hillsides. i thought you were asking me to move over, what time is it, it's saturday we don't have to go to school, fahrenheit 451, my life in haiku, love you love you love you, xavier said this ellen thinks that, missing chloe, god it's been four and a half years, head over heels for you since year nine, remember when remember when?

you text me like a maniac. you tickle and tease and poke and prod and kiss and stare at me like i've got all the answers you've been searching for hidden in my almond eyes.

i know you're gone for me, and i know you'll be gone come july, so please just come up and see me sometime.

I don’t feel it,

But I can see it.

The sky is changing,

It now carries more clouds,

Shorter days and longer nights.

The sun reclines earlier than before,

The moon happily enjoys more time

After all, everything beautiful deserves more time to shine.

In all of this, I, a mere spectator, find myself hoping, that October will be different.

That this month will bring with it, cool breeze and autumn trees,

But more so a fresh breath of life.

One that is sweeter than spiced lattes and pumpkin pies.

One that allows us time, much like the sun allows its counterpart,

did it happen to exist just to see the scenery?

the hues of orange during sunsets

the awe of blinding light during sunrise

or the cascade of water in the peace of the meadows?

for what you choose to see; the abundance of nature —

the success of mankind down the filthy street

the lights of the buildings in a busy town?

but when the truth lurks, you stare only at your feet?

take a glance, make sure to see the image of injustice —

plastered on the children's faces in the street

etched on the skin of sunburned workers

tattooed on the bruised skins of women!

take your chance, scrutinize your elected leaders —

can't you see how they kill a freeman like yourself?

you work for money that falls in their pockets:

aren't they supposed to be the ones feeding those with empty pockets?

what a jackass, an ignorant—you truly are!

how could you turn blind for your own side?

do you long to see the murders of innocents

killed as if they were not the real victims?

do you desire to turn blind whenever the truth waves a hand?

even if the fruit of your hardwork fills a corruptor's stomach?

and the streets are filled with your own freeman starving to death?

be not blind, you man, an eye can see the reality!

eradicate the injustice that had clung to anyone

be not a slave of your own devious kind!

no more injustice and cruelty, reveal the blindside of this reality!

opening an eye will encourage everyone to see

the darkness does not mean that shadows don't exist or can't be seen

only we've been willing ourselves to face the darkness and what's within.

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words by: lyvin

photo source: Henn Kim