There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
I’m sorry I never told you About why I was so nervous around… I’m sorry I never confessed Because you moved on, And I didn’t.
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
