A heart was meant to beat. And air was meant to be breathed, close to your ear. And your skin was meant to remember what mine felt like. And some songs were meant to play on repeat. And the sun was meant to come down. And we were meant to ignore it when it woke up. And days were meant to pass. And nights were meant to follow. And your eyes were meant to cry out whatever pain was left.
And I never meant to hurt you.
But I guess that’s what everyone says.
I know you loved me because you said it when I had headphones in, and you thought I couldn’t hear you.
The Knife by Maria Lujan
Beware the cruel, ginormous cardboard knife of fate, it’s a killer.
I cannot say what loves have come and gone
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
While cleaning the house today I noticed a familiar face, cast in the light of a window I’ve long neglected to clean.