The Hanged Man ___ AKSHR

The Hanged Man

 

Sometimes you have to stand alone 

to prove that you can still stand.

 

Sometimes you have to 

let the air hang between you,

 

the words unspoken, 

the weight of your body testing gravity.

 

Sometimes you have to fight for 

what comes easy, and run from

 

what could hold you down. 

Sometimes you have to stand alone, even then.

 

 

The rain falls in drops like silken threads, 

but it's too thick to see through. 

Your face is hidden by a cloud with silver lining; 

your eyes are obscured by a veil of tears. 

This should be beautiful: 

The sky painted silver before the sun rises; 

the grass glistening with early dew; 

my body wrapped around yours like frayed rope—but it isn't. 

You open your mouth to speak but I can't 

hear your voice over my own sobs. 

The rain falls harder now, louder than my heartbeat 

as I watch you pull away in silence—afraid 

that if I say anything we might never stop speaking again. 

Sometimes when we love someone too much it hurts too much—

and sometimes the hurt is all there is left to love them with anyway.

 ___ AKSHR