crimescened:

I WILL // s. mardon

most days i remember you half-way, half a person, half a dream,

swollen wrists / scraped knees / that pit in my stomach holding your words,

most days you are something half-imagined, almost a nightmare, 
something a monster could call a lover,

curled lip / clever eyes / gentle fingers gripping vise-like /

most days you’re at the edge of my vision, half real, waiting for me to come home,