revelry

so take it, and dig it deeper, kid

more harsh than before like the bitter wind.

let me paint you this picture,

with the colors from my heart,

and every lost hope,

laying somewhere in the gravel road.

summer faded its way finally into fall.

and i got caught up in it all.

the leaves were the warmth,

like your favorite red shirt.

as you sat me down in my car,

and fed me lies.

coffee soothed me, more than you ever could.

i want to believe you,

i want to feel what was there,

on those summer days.

but its too late.

the package marked this side up, carried my heart,

the one you kicked out of your car,

the one that landed on the curb,

and waited in the rain.

you returned occasionally,

looking down at its familiar brown wrapping,

trying to find the memory,

of why it still laid in the street.

yet you didnt pick it up.

revelry caught the corners of your eyes,

as something new glittered

on the other side of the world, you boarded a plane,

and left the box, you once kept with you always.

right under the flap,was a note,sealed with a piece of twine,

and lightly scribbled it said,

"for you, i am fragile,

do your best to not break me"

water in lungs

toss and turn day and night,

these thoughts were not my own

haunted by something deeper than which can be explained.

on the outside, perfection resonated.

the sweat dripps from her brow as if she had worked so hard o get here

when in fact inside she was aching with nervousness.

you, the boy, have taken her on twists and turns around the world.

she followed you around every corner, to just get a taste of freedom.

and you left her, in the darkness,

and ran for the brilliant tiny light that shined in the distance,

only to find, it was a firefly that would leave you empty.

you turn around, and reach out your hand,

but all there is, is darkness.

she is there searching for you,

her best friend.and you are nowhere to be seen.

she falls to her knees as her heart aches within her chest,

and tears come like rain.

you left her here, to burn.

to feel every pain she has ever had,

all alone.

you LEFT her.

she poured out to you,

and you left her.

she is alone.

suddenly she is choking,

on the water that is gathering,

in her lungs.

she is too weak to handle one more thing,

as she tries to be strong in the darkness.

the fireflies didn't come for her,

and you quit looking, a week ago.

she waits, impatiently for you to come back to her,

yet you never find her.

she starts to crawl on her hands and knees,

weary from the water in her lungs,

she has wounds opening

and scars forming.

she is confused as she tries to find a way out on her own.

you have no remorse,

no sad piece in your heart for the pain you just left on her.

you LEFT her, alone.

she finds the light by herself,

with bloody palms,

you welcome her in.

time has flown by,

yet she stands on your doorstep,

with more vulnerability than before.

she walks in and falls down,

just like before,

yet this time she is hoping to see your hand.

I am waiting to see your hand, reach out,

and engulf me, just tell me this will all be ok.

pour a little salt we were never here

dear attractive boy,

the way you welcomed me in

convinced me i was yours,

and only yours.

days come slower than they did before,

and every hour we have spent full of laughter.

late night drives, and coffee mugs.

loud music and beautiful concerts,

two hands made warm in the cold.

two hearts left abandoned by other lovers,

now find peace in each others pain.

friends we were before, and friends we will remain after.

walls were built around the city

a city of our love.

distance became defense,

and we created unfair thoughts.

the way it used to be is missed,

and what happens when my lover returns.

do we pretend to last a year?

or do we pour a little salt like we were never here?

yours,

the hippie

dear pretty girl,

your cries are beautiful

just like the porcelain face God has gifted you with.

your screams breaks my heart,

just like its cracking yours.

your tears have fallen on the hearts of many,

and yet your heart is cold

just like your fingers in the winter.

you have faded into the background of the muted gray wall.

your hands are all i see,

searching for a savior,

something to capture your heart and take it away.

as your palms grow sweaty,

and your stomach reaches your throat

you choke

on the bit of poetry beckoning to escape,

and its all behind your teeth,

steered by your tongue,

that cant seem to connect with your feelings.

girl you are made anew in something far greater than yourself

start reaching instead of clinching your fists,

let your heart explode with love in your chest.

you are shining on this wall of white,

no longer a shade of the coffin,

you dug for yourself.

Christ has found you,

rescued from the pit you doomed yourself to.

be aware that your thoughts are not your own,

and your identity isnt found in others,

stop searching and know that you are loved

and created for a purpose beyond what you can wrap your mind around.

love,

your friend.