The Sun and Her Flowers. Белые стихи, от которых распускаются цветы

questions

there is a list of questions

i want to ask but never will

there is a list of questions

i go through in my head

every time i’m alone

and my mind can’t stop itself from searching for you

there is a list of questions i want to ask

so if you’re listening somewhere

here i am asking them

what do you think happens

to the love that’s left behind

when two lovers leave

how blue do you think it gets

before it passes away

does it pass away

or does it still exist somewhere

waiting for us to come back

when we lied to ourselves by

calling this unconditional and left

which one of us hurt more

i shattered into a million little pieces

and those pieces shattered into a million more

crumbled into dust till

there was nothing left of me but the silence

tell me how love

how did the grieving feel for you

how did the mourning hurt

how did you peel your eyes open after every blink

knowing i’d never be there staring back

it must be hard to live with what ifs

there must always be this constant dull aching

in the pit of your stomach

trust me

i feel it too

how in the world did we get here

how did we live through it

and how are we still living

how many months did it take

before you stopped thinking of me

or are you still thinking of me

cause if you are

then maybe i am too

thinking of you

thinking of me

with me

in me

around me

everywhere

you and me and us

do you still touch yourself to thoughts of me

do you still imagine my naked naked tiny tiny body

pressed into yours

do you still imagine the curve of my spine and

how you wanted to rip it out of me

cause the way it dipped into my

perfectly rounded bottom

drove you crazy

baby

sugar baby

sweet baby

ever since we left

how many times did you pretend

it was my hand stroking you

how many times did you search for me in your fantasies

and end up crying instead of coming

don’t you lie to me

i can tell when you’re lying

cause there’s always that little bit of

arrogance in your response

are you angry with me

are you okay

and would you tell me if you’re not

and if we ever see each other again

do you think you’d reach out and hold me

like you said you would

the last time we spoke and

you talked of the next time we would

or do you think we’d just look

shake in our skin as we pine to