Her (and other poems)

Spring

There's an echo in my chest

It rings so hollow,

It won't let me rest.

The stars behind my eyes

Crumble into black holes

Whispering of things I've done that I despise

Dragging me deep into the horror in my soul.

I just want to sleep.

To slip far, far away

Into a better dream,

One where this numb, aching hole

Can't cause me pain

And you're waiting there for me

To hold me tight and safe.

Apologies lie on my lips

I'm sorry for my mind

For these dark, desperate slips

That get called dramatic.

I don't mean to be,

I'll hide away when they come

So you don't have to see

These pointless shards of glass

Where I think my heart used to be. 

I want to give you everything

To steal the light from the sun,

Turn winter into spring

If only to see your smile.

But I'm winter

Dark and cold much more than I am bright and warm,

A breath away from being splintered

Into so many shards of ice on the floor.

You deserve the world

And my palms are empty

Damn this echoing chord

Playing the haunting melody 

Deep in my core

That always seems to end in tragedy.

I'm sorry.

I love you

You love me

And I hope with all my being

That together you and I can be spring.