Sunday, October 11, 2020

Tree House ( List )

 Tree House 


It’s not the same as the razor takes to the sky 

And I zip up the waves say good night 

Place all my memories inside 

I drive . 


Where do I go 

Where you are not behind me 

Where do I go 

Where you are not inside me 


I see you here 

I see you there 

I write you these stupid letters 

And they go no where . 


I’m black I’m white . 

You’re  a burst of light 

Maybe there will be nothing I can never do 


But here you are 

The life in my eyes 

The blood in my heart 

The bones in my hands 


It hurts 

But what can I do 


It’s smoke in the air 

Evaporating 

As my pain sinks into my skin like a hot knife melting over and over again 


But I would do it again just to see your smile . 


My list is a blank page . 

I sit in this tree alone . 

You know I carved our names 

You know you are my home . 


-Amy Everett


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