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Bagoflemon Apr 2020
Worthy, the life I live
lived
and am living for,
by miraculous loves
that bore the reason.
Each night brings a reminder
of the love I hold dear to me.
someone, something can be loved with no ends; a flower or blue bird, a friend or a dog. A loved one makes the world seem like eternal spring.
Bagoflemon Aug 2020
I cry for the unsure paths I carve out to stamp in a- what seems to be in permanent ink of the unexpected turns I must take in order to clear out my head. I repeatedly stand on a soap box preaching all the mysteries of the world all the whilst shouting with a slit throat as too how the future should be, for me.
But I don't know.
Bagoflemon Nov 2020
I was so tired and frayed.
    I wondered what moon you saw from that distant planet.
    Outer space caused a great famine
    Did you allow your lungs to love
    An ounce of it if any, love.

Define our love in a sentimental mood.
A gravitational pull that holds my hand.
    Exceptions where we let go to kiss the sun. We fall down around 12 to 1.
    Coming back, warm in our commotion of fantasies. We spoke our mind telepathically.

  You were so tired and frayed.
    You wondered what moon I saw from that distant planet.
    Outer space caused a great famine
    Did I allow my lungs to love
    An ounce of it if any, love?

Remember high tides in October?  dressed up lovers, bittersweet contour? two mirrors colliding.  
    We became a downward spiral till we couldn’t call ‘us’ anymore.
    No matter how much I see it, it’s just you and me but not the way it used to be.

We were so tired and frayed.
    We wondered what moon we saw from that distant planet of ours.
    Outer space caused a great famine in thought..
    ..The in-between which we could not meet made it hard.
    We loved with every crevice of our body but with the last drop there was nothing to breathe from.
An ounce of it if any.
This was based on past experience. It was through codependency and the miserable lack of communication , I could get a better understanding of what bittersweet viper bites feel like when it comes to love someone and let them go. For both of your betterment.
(we are adjusting and growing and learning together)
Bagoflemon Apr 2020
Do I love them?
Or do I need validation for my poor choices.
Loving seems so hard
when love doesn't seem to come to you first
engulf those mirrored possibilities of who comes first.
Can I get to the finish line when I'm stuck at the start.
Bagoflemon Apr 2020
Things that remind me of you
I carry.
The only thing that stays with me and the rest of the world,
is your name.
You're one and all the same,
the brightest colors and more.

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