One Of Us Is Dead.

When my memory of you seems to fade

And I ask, "Who are we?"

Read to me

The letters I wrote for you

Tell me the stories behind them

When my memory of you seems to fade

Play me our favorite songs

And sing me ours

Remind me about our love

The way you have always reminded me

When my memory of you seems to fade

And I don't recognize you

Remind me of,

The evening that rained like the world was ending

Ask me 36 questions

Look me in the eye and demand the 4 minutes I rain-checked on.

When my memory of you seems to fade

And I flinch away from your touch

Hold my hand in yours tighter

Let the warmth of your hand

Unfreeze my memories of you that I dearly cherish.

“Hey,” he said, half-asleep, “what were you before you met me?”

“I think I was drowning.” A pause.

“And what are you now?” he whispered, sinking.

I thought for a second. “Water.”

Finding that one scene in a book that you love to read again and again because you just can’t get over it is the best part of reading in my opinion

My Storyteller 💜

His hair is grey

And vision is blurred

His spends his day

In bed, one-third.

He taught me to read,

And told me to lead.

He taught me to write,

And told me to fight.

Evening's he spent

Saying his prayer.

He hates to depend

Loves his arm chair.

Night's he spent

Telling us tales

About the places he went

With all the details.

A child's first teacher

Is it's mother

But my first teacher

Is my grandfather.

His hair is grey

And vision is blurred

His smile never fades

He's my world.

(04.12.20)

he is half my soul.

the song of achilles by madeleine miller // work song by hozier // unsourced image // achilles come down by gang of youths // unsourced image

july 15 // incinerate

LET'S STAY IN

A few more days let's stay in,

Read a book or play violin.

Though how long is uncertain,

This too shall pass, that's certain.

Binge your favourite TV show,

Or adopt a dog, so you can watch him grow.

Stay up all night then wake up late,

And enjoy your cup of hot chocolate.

Make biryani, bake a pie,

Or paint a picture and watch it dry.

Call that friend who cares for you,

And watch the sky in brilliant hues.

A few more days let's stay in,

Later you can go trek mountain.

Though how long is uncertain,

This too shall pass, that's certain.

(30.10.20)

CROWDED TRAIN RIDES

We save the most intense conversations

For the crowded train rides back home.

Not the same home. Not now. Not ever.

We stand in between the bustling crowd,

Look out the window and avoid each other's eyes

You hum under your breath, and I pretend I didn't hear it

We talk about the day in moments.

Ones that made us laugh, ones that felt grateful,

And then about the ones we didn't think the other would notice.

That brings a smile to your face,

So I crack open my otherwise dark heart just a little.

To let that light inside. You smile again, and I break again.

I tell you things I wouldn't tell you when we're alone

In the silence of an empty road where you can hear my voice break

So I find comfort in the crowd muffling out my pain.

The train stops, and you forget it's time.

It's time for you to get down, that it's time for us to reset.

We hug, you get down, and I watch you walk away.

One of these days will be our final train ride like this

Where we talk about us.

And we'll get down, go home. Not the same. Not ever.

But maybe one that's just as loved.

Shit Slytherins Say: #254

Ok no offense, but some of us *looks pointedly at self in mirror* need to fucking chill