Let's think about what can go right tonight.
Receive what you believe.
No need to internalize the chaos.
It will still exist without you.
Take your hands off the controls.
We're all in this together.
Stop holding on with your neck so tight.
let your head climb back down through your throat
and into your body
so it can see the miracle it came here to be
so it can see you are not invisible.
Propellers just have a way of lookin' like that.
Some people see it. Some people don't.
Tonight I invite you
get out of your ghost
we can stick anything into the fog
and make it look like a ghost
but tonight let us not become tragedies.
We are not funeral homes
with propane tanks in our windows
lookin' like cemeteries.
Cemeteries are just the Earth's way of not letting go.
Tonight, poets, turn your stupid wrists
so far backwards
the razor blades in your pencil tips
can't get a good angle on all that beauty inside.
Step into this
with your airplane parts
and repeat after me with your heart:
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
I'm new to this
but I have see nearly every city from a rooftop
I have realized that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it
that we are not tragedies stranded here beneath it
that if my heart really broke every time I fell from love
I'd be able to offer you confetti by now.
But hearts don't break, y'all
they bruise and get better.
We were never tragedies.
We were emergencies.
You call 9-1-1.
Tell them I'm havin' a fantastic time.
Again! I did not write this, it is not mine, it belongs to Buddy Wakefield as said in the title. Another one of my favorite poems and I wanted to share it with everyone!!(: