after much contemplating the only thing i will miss about you are your hands
strong yet delicate scarred but smart understanding my make up as a healing piece of art
not afraid to become pressured to break up my battle scars being patient with your faint of heart
forceful and feisty creating magic where there was dainty always ripe for connection producing poetry in our motion directing my path and direction although your mind was in constant deflection
your hands they spoke a language you are still afraid to a future reality never tainted by what your mind let seep through if only the nerve endings were strong enough to eliminate the hypothetical that ruined us
your hands created a dialect that you were afraid to use not ready to settle because you, you were afraid to lose talking to her better than you ever could you didn’t want to take the time to mettle with her but she was never judgmental
your hands communicating our current truth but now those stanzas i have to lose we became uncouth despite nothing being loose
now when we write together my brooklyn will be jaded forever because your hands are attached to you but no one else can depict my brooklyn so clever
as i try to finish all the unwritten lines
of the you i once knew can you talk to your hands so they can introduce you to the truth...
~4. apr. 15~ #napomo2k15