I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…
All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter
The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain