The Sun and Her Flowers. Белые стихи, от которых распускаются цветы

i want to see the face of the woman
who made you forget the one you had at home
what day was it and
what excuse did you feed me
i used to thank the universe
for bringing you to me
did you enter her right as
i asked the almighty
to grant you all you wanted
did you find it in her
did you come crawling out of her
with what you couldn’t in me

покажи мне снимок,
я хочу видеть лицо женщины,
ради которой ты забыл ту, что оставил дома.
какой день это был
и какую отмазку ты мне скормил?
я благодарила вселенную
за то, что она привела тебя ко мне:
вошел ли ты в нее, когда
я просила всевышнего
даровать тебе все, что ты хочешь?
нашел ли ты это в ней,
вынес ли ты из нее
то, что не мог найти во мне?

what draws you to her
tell me what you like
so i can practice

что тебя в ней привлекает?
скажи, что тебе нравится,
чтобы я попрактиковалась.

your absence is a missing limb

твое отсутствие – недостающая часть меня.

questions

there is a list of questions
i want to ask but never will
there is a list of questions
i go through in my head
every time i’m alone
and my mind can’t stop itself from searching for you
there is a list of questions i want to ask
so if you’re listening somewhere
here i am asking them

what do you think happens
to the love that’s left behind
when two lovers leave
how blue do you think it gets
before it passes away
does it pass away
or does it still exist somewhere
waiting for us to come back
when we lied to ourselves by
calling this unconditional and left
which one of us hurt more
i shattered into a million little pieces
and those pieces shattered into a million more
crumbled into dust till
there was nothing left of me but the silence

tell me how love
how did the grieving feel for you
how did the mourning hurt
how did you peel your eyes open after every blink
knowing i’d never be there staring back

it must be hard to live with what ifs
there must always be this constant dull aching
in the pit of your stomach
trust me
i feel it too
how in the world did we get here
how did we live through it
and how are we still living

how many months did it take
before you stopped thinking of me
or are you still thinking of me
cause if you are
then maybe i am too
thinking of you
thinking of me
with me
in me
around me
everywhere
you and me and us

do you still touch yourself to thoughts of me
do you still imagine my naked naked tiny tiny body
pressed into yours
do you still imagine the curve of my spine and