W ant him here to hold me, whisper words of reassurance
O pen wide the floodgates and fight hard against the currents
R ead over and over what he said to me that night
D rawing gasps of coldness into lungs afire bright
S afely held in his warm brown gaze,
I've missed him far too long
M y fingers lace through his, blood humming our familiar song
A ll at once I wake to darkness, realize it's been a dream
Y et even the words he's not really said rip knifelike through the seam
H e's sewed right down the middle of this heart he stole so fast
E very stitch made carefully, never at the blood aghast
A moonlit night had set the stage for opening up to him
L ove in my blue eyes, shining like tears teetering on the brim
A mbiguity has no place here, no room for games or lies
N ever avoid things, hold his gaze -- coffee grounds meet blue-grey skies
D arting back and forth between the silly and the sweet
B ringing all the zeal I have, from lips to hands to feet
R eading him, an open book, perusing between each line
E ven the parts he'd rather erase I take and make them mine
A ll this time we soothe each other's breaks and burns and scars
K nowing we may or may not last as long as all the stars.
YOU ARE READING
Original Poetry
PoetryI write about a "she" person feeling all these things. It feels like I'm telling a fictional story, which feels worlds better to believe.
