19.11.22

Hello intern℮t₂

I wrote this poem a whil3 ago (..)

i h@ven't written pOetry s!nce -- i don't think i could ℮xpress myself better in other words

it still. rings. true...

i’m kind of a photographer the same way that i can kind of see behind me,

and that i cannot do the latter is telling

i remind myself to stop looking around, it brings no favours

and you provides a means to my end

a sucker punch temporarily robs you of your senses

and so i see for you and provide what i cannot myself

i get a rush from the clack and the whirr

and so there it goes again and again

i enjoy the warmth of your dark room

and that’s what it takes for me to see clearly

“hallelujah” i say even though i don’t believe in Him or His miracles

and if something was telling before, it’s convincing now

sometimes i am wary that all things have to end

and when you say “i’ll see you soon” i know that it doesn’t matter

because i have you forever 

and you’re kind of a photographer the same way that it has kind of always mattered

to me you are never a chore

and you allow me to close one eye and four walls in front of me

my life boils down to a series of images

and it hurts that you’ve never asked to see them

but if you ever do allow me to ramble on my life

just know my eyes are yours, forever. 

༺aaliyah ♱ salem༻