Bend with me...
Move with me...
No.
Move through me.
Love me like a ghost.
Feel me as a coldness
Freezing the memories of you and I.
Because I don't want you haunting mine.
These fingers remember the way
Your skin laid-
Quietly, anxiously
With the better man I was
When I was with you.
Those were the "golden days" for me.
Before all these emotions overcame my mind like a runaway train.
Before they repeated me to sleep.
The clouds looked down upon us,
Watching the way we changed-
Symphonically.
Spotting fights with dots.
Proving how something so big for us was nothing but small.
They never should have been,
But were, nonetheless.
Our chemistry faded
Like a failed science project.
Unstable at times.
Miraculous in another form of light.
And no other but the clouds
Bare witness to the blinders on our eyes.
Excuse me dear,
But I really feel like we let them down.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
I'd be more comfortable with an explanation of the difference
Or at least from the juncture I've been treading
A simple answer to a complicated question
A choice
A hint that would give me the sense enough
To understand why I am the one
Riddled
Inquisitive
Branching towards the many reasons I don't trust some
Whereas others are worthy of my responses
This, my only narrative
Stands in between
Then again, beyond the grip of each
I imagine you will read this
With the intent that I know
But, you won't
I just wanted to get
Some things off my chest.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC