So if it takes four years to forget me,
remember that definitely is just a word we assign to things we think will never end.
So if you play pretend, befriend a soldier,
remember that my shoulder is open.
An unlocked box holding up rocks waiting,
training, continuously changing; for you.
So if it takes four years to forget me,
remember that we live in a world
where artists curl ears to snip it straighter,
forget the patience it took before that cut,
forget the other stuff that cause the pain
and all we see is a painting. The stained page
of a life lost to being caged in with nothing.
We are all fighting our own demons,
and I'm glad you ran from mine-
I'll fight the confines of my cage waiting,
the patience I feel in my soul weakening,
and each hit I'm dealt seeps in further.
Bruised and blue I remember you,
the starry nights won't pay justice to me,
and I ask not a leprechaun for change
because all he'll offer me is a pen and ink
pushing me to rethink and in rethinking,
I'm thinking I miss you, I'm knowing I do,
and saying sorry hurts a little less,
because it's like a blessing to my pettiness,
I've dug my grave so let me bury in it.
London girl, this heartbreak is my own fault,
hold your head high and cherish your rides,
Carry my story as just "another man you met".
Keep taking photos, I'm sure you'll see what I mean. You're astounding and beautiful. Keep doing you because you do you better than anyone else. I really wish you the best for future university too, you'll become a famous photographer one day, a journalist photographer for re..ters or something. But hold your passions, you'll be amazing. All the best to your mum, your nan , probably not Vicky ( I know it's mean for me to say ) and all the best to Henry and your future lucky man. I love you and I hope it doesn't last too long that I can't look back. So keep at it beautiful girl, don't give up.