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Volumes
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Elliotlacey31

Volumes

Tags: love, poem, sad

Volumes

If silence speaks volumes then it doesn't matter
how much oxygen is expelled from my lungs for you,
if one breath can strip you to the bone
and shake each monster you've molded my face to.

Whatever you've shaped us into,
I'll be in the dark and would rather keep
the moments where I looked into
the bare essence of someone,
someone who could return such a rare gaze,
and never flee from what we could build together.

I would rather remember
the good you drew out of me,
how the entire world inside and surrounding me
seemed to tremble at just the nearing of your fingertips.

If silence speaks volumes then it won't matter
how many ghosts I exhale from my lungs,
if one breath can strip you to the bone,
and eviscerate each monster you've sewn together.

Whatever time assembled us into,
I'll stay in the dark and keep the moments
where the entire world trembled around me,
just from the lingering bare essence of your voice.

I would rather remember
the love you drew out of me,
the silence that speaks volumes now,
strips away the fiction
you've molded my heart to.

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