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12:49 AM

Float up to the stars, gravity take me down. I’m too reckless, too light. Down at the garden in a small chick pen. They cluck and the flutter they hurt one another oblivious to their own sting.

 
You’re too far to follow and I think I’m drowning in my head. “I know you do, I wish I was” you said. You open and flower in a brook that I’ve been sleeping in. Moving moments, is it you or is it me? I feel the future and I want it to be mine—just give me time, give me time.


I escape you wearing her perfume. I loved that room, I loved that room. You’re gone too soon, gone too soon. “Drop dead” he says and then I do. Run into you. Into you. I’ve found it but the waters out of reach. Moored on the sidelines she shudders at speech.


Unfolding memories of you. The corners are ripping, the paper is yellowing, the creases are deepening and I need you.


Prop me up and kiss me, I’m dying to be folded into you. A dream where we’ve met before, and every open door is an opportunity for us.


Walk me to the sea, I need to be just you and me. A place empty now to thoughts of you and how you’ll “never leave me” and as you say that let flowers bloom in your wake. Proving I’ll never be a mistake. I will believe you.

[July 9, 2017]

5 thoughts on “12:49 AM

  1. Sometimes, we have to wait and wait and wait until it’s totally over. Love entails pain, and pain entails sacrifice. I may not know your whole story, but always remember that you’re for keeps!!!!

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      1. I’m glad it’s relatable! People tell me all the time that that’s part of why we go through pain. I don’t know how true that is or how I feel about it, but I’m still glad that my stuff can resonate with people. That’s ultimately my goal, to resonate with the world and leave some good before I’m gone.

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