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Oh man..

Even though I just spent hours
Studying your face and watching
The rise and fall of your chest
As you laughed at jokes I was afraid to tell,
I miss you.

The way your fingers trace
Against your leg when you talk
Tells the story of your heart.
I listen as closely as I can
To hear the whole picture.

The curve of your lips
When you look across the river
At the city is art.
Because only intelligent design
Could create the beauty of your smile.

Kissing you could end wars.
As if you were the queen of a foreign
Land conquering my face with
Passion and a fire unlike
Anything I have ever seen.

Sometimes you know
In an instant what song
Someones soul sings.
If you are lucky it will
Sing the same tune inside you.
When asked of my worth,
My general response was usually
Something along the lines
Of a used napkin.

I was never taught the value
Of a human life, so you can
See why my opinion of myself
Is low regard.

When I looked in the mirror,
I didn't see someone worthy
To share the sidewalk with my friends
When we walked to the store.

I didn't see that under the
Broken surface was a beautiful
Ruin waiting to be discovered
And restored to its former glory.

I didn't watch my laugh
Echo across rooms so loud
That others had to turn and
See who was deafening the audience.

I didn't see that my thoughts
On paper in the form
Of written word were
Making a difference.

I didn't know that I was making a difference.
When I was younger
My spiritual guide taught me
That magpies knew the future,
Strictly because of their
Desire for shiny things.
But a single magpie
Carries an omen of ill fate
Upon its midnight wings.
It represents your bright future
Being plucked from the earth
Like a bottle cap meant for a nest.
No matter how grim the outcome looks,
Your struggle is necessary
For the bigger picture.
I keep trying to
express my thoughts on paper,
but all I'm finding is your name
at the bottom of every page.

I am ******.
Beyond comparison because this,
was never my intention.

If I imagined seeing
your smile in the sunrise,
or your eyes and every shade of blue,
I never would have opened my mouth.
I can recall many moments
In life where point B
Was so far from the beginning
That it felt like whiplash.

Because a moment in your eyes
Is the guard rail
Holding me from the edge
But I crave the momentum
From the other side like an addiction.

Because over there
I can play your body like a bass drum.
I can play ecstacy
On your heartstrings if we only
Crashed tonight.

Darling I promise if you let
Your darkness out for only a second
It would meet me at the guardrail
For a moment in paradise.

I would sink my teeth into your soul
And tear your insecurities loose.
I would show you the dangers
In asking for this depravity.

Nothing good will come of this.
Yet you will never feel satisfaction
Like that again without me.
Dad
I never talk much about
The good things from my
Childhood. Not because
They never existed,
But because the bad
Just outweighed it.
I remember the trips
Home when we would
Stop at that roadside diner
Somewhere in Indiana.
Not that it was important for any
Reason other than their pancakes.
I remember having to share
With my siblings because
You only ever kept 50 dollars
On you for emergencies.
That memory stays with me
Because it's the only time
I remember you smiling.
I never wrote you that poem.
Just another broken promise
I'm fulfilling too late.
I don't write to you anymore
Either, not because you don't
Cross my mind,
But because you know the words
Before they are written.

I miss you. I miss
Our cigarette breaks that last
For hours or until we didn't have
Any left. I remember
The thunder of our feet
As we raced across the parking lot
Like kids because we could.

I remember the three a.m. phone call
Telling me there had been
An accident and that you didn't
Make it.

I may not write to you anymore.
But your memory
will never leave me.
So here it is.
The poem I promised you.
Three years too late.

But thats okay,
Because I know wherever you are..
You heard this
Before I did.
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