1. Delicate Movements


    Date: 6/27/2016, Categories: Love Poems, Author: elliotlacey31, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    I'll hear you calling out to me no matter where I am, the voice that can pass through walls, flicker among the candle's glowing wick before spreading deep below to crack through winter's ice. Marking the places we've imprinted entire lives on, lived before and after one another, energies that are the pieces we gave of ourselves, memory's residues mingling to make our shared worlds. The places far beneath that are holding this frail earth together, the shining stars hanging like painted broken ornaments strewn along the cold atmosphere, all sculpted so we never forget one another. The love you once gave was a hovering mist surrounding me, I can see it no matter where I am, I know the most delicate movements and touches will change the shape. I can never truly hold or touch this, it's made of mysterious cells casting afterglows along the pieces I gave of myself, the voice still calling out for you to remember. The places that meant the most to me, where I realized that even though you're not mine, I was always going to be yours, an identity sewn far too close to all you say and do. The love you once gave is the cold atmosphere hovering over me, the plates that shake deep below the dark earth, I can feel it no matter where I am. I knew the most delicate movements can warp its shape from within us. I can never truly hold or touch the mysterious cells that built you, but I still cling to the afterglows illuminating the pieces I would give again If you remembered that I was always yours, even though you could never be mine, even when I am was tied too closely to all you say and do.
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