I try to forget about him. But have you met the boy? He is turmoil and passion barely tied together by skin. He has a lightness in his step that puts the air in my lungs to shame because it's nothing but heavy when he smiles. He does not fully comprehend the magnitude of the kindness that has twined itself around the words that leave his lips. He talks about the very things your entire soul beames at and a depth so much like the ocean you wouldn't really care about drowning. This boy, he's hazardous. But I would plant flowers where he breathes, just to show you what it's like in my heart where he has taken up space. No girl could love him entirely and so they've left with the breeze. I wonder if I could stay. I want to stay. Let me stay awhile.
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A Change Of Heart
PoetryHealing isn't the easiest thing for me to do. I've tried to find it in between pages and rib cages. In loud rooms and the quiet of racing heartbeats. In poetry and rage. In that space between childhood and growing pains. In apologies that I refuse t...
