We Were Emergencies - Buddy Wakefield
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We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost. But tonight let us not become tragedies.
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We Were Emergencies - Buddy Wakefield

by Flightly

We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost.

But tonight let us not become tragedies.

We are not funeral homes

with propane tanks in our windows

lookin’ like cemeteries.

Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go.

Let go.

Tonight, poets, let’s turn our wrists so far backwards

the razor blades in our pencil tips

can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside.

Step into this.

With your airplane parts.

Move forward.

And repeat after me with your heart:

I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.

Make love to me

like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.

Go slow.

I’m new to this,

but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop

without jumping.

I have realized that the moon

did not have to be full for us to love it.

That we are not tragedies

stranded here beneath it.

That if our hearts

really broke

every time we fell from love

I’d be able to offer you confetti by now.

But hearts don’t break, y’all,

they bruise and get better.

We were never tragedies.

We were emergencies.

You call 9 – 1 – 1.

Tell them I’m havin’ a fantastic time.

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