bd - Hello Poetry

bd Dec 2013

you turned everything around
like starry days & sunny nights
like I'm leaving footprints on clouds
& the sidewalk is in the sky
the birds learned how to breathe underwater
& all the fish learned how to fly
everything is anything but normal
& I need to make things right

bd Nov 2013

priceless

I think that just the right amount of sunlight
can make anything look beautiful
that is, if you have the eyes for it
& lately im not sure anymore
I dont know if I belong here or there
I dont feel like I belong anywhere
besides in your arms
& back to the point I began with
the right amount of sunlight
came in this morning through the blinds
& shined itself right across your beautiful face
I got to watch you before you were even awake
Ive never found it so easy to smile
I wondered what im worth to you today
would you search for me, would you ****, would you pay?
because for you, I would walk to the ends of the earth
there isnt anything in the universe that youre worth
because baby,
youre priceless.

bd Oct 2013

sweaters, letters & all the small things

Its the small things. Like the way I catch myself staring at you the same way a child stares at something unfamiliar & strange. I could use the same words to describe you & they would reign true but in all reality there are no words deserving of describing the love I have for you.

Its the small things like the way I just noticed that February is right around the corner. This could be my second chance to rekindle the flame I tried to make (in the rain) when I was too far away. But until then I'll keep you warmly wrapped in every sweater I own. The ones that you keep strewn about your room. & if your room wasn't messy & scattered (like my brain) it wouldn't feel like home.

Baby its the small things like the way you sleep by my side on Friday nights & how I've got your portrait framed & hanging in my mind. Its starting to get colder now & I'm just figuring out that the only thing that matters is you & I. The world around us is irrelevant & played out. I could take you away, let me take you to a place where
Its all the small things that make you see, you & I, that's a forever thing.

(letters to her)

bd Oct 2013

is this even considered poetry?

I've wasted all the pages in my notebook trying to find the right words to say to you.
Its 12:39 a.m.
My eyes burn & my arm hurts but I refuse to sleep until I find the perfect words to explain how I wouldn't mind waking up every day to see the beautiful face I still crave.
After all this time...
My world still revolves around you & I know you know it.
I'm a fool for you & I'm not afraid to show it.
The sun will set & the moon will rise & leave just in time for morning to arrive.
Its a cycle & with each day that passes it makes the last ones seem so overdue.
Every page in my notebook
Every new morning
Every sleepless night
Belongs to you.

bd Oct 2013

but, are you really down?

You were so high that you could barely walk. I know you missed those yellows so I let them swallow you whole. I carried you from the kitchen to grandma's chair & you slept there. You slept & slept while I kept watch over your heart.

I was always so paranoid someone would steal it. The same kind of paranoid I get when I smoke. You took a piece of me I could have sworn was already missing & showed me it was right under my nose.

Who knows? Maybe after all my time & effort, through good & bad weather I trust you to make things better & you can expect the same from me. I love you so much & I'm so sick of watching myself bleed.

I'm so sick of watching tears fall down your cheeks & knowing it's all because of me. In some sick sort of way when you left me I got stronger & I hated myself for not missing you as much as I thought I would.

Night time made me realize you are the hands I need to guide me out of the darkness & into the light. You are accidental poetry in the form of you being my source of life. Blood, sweat & tears are what will consume our years so I was wondering if you're up for it?

bd Oct 2013

2:46 a.m.

What sickens me is the thought of another person touching you in the same places that I do - or did
Did I lose or did I win? I lost you & I'm praying I wont spend another cold winter alone with only a notebook & a pen

If what we had wasn't real then I must have been right, I've been sleepwalking through this desolate wasteland I call a life
Was I wrong or was I right? Is this an illusion or was our relationship a lie? I need to know you aren't giving up on us to be able to sleep at night

Its 2:46 a.m. & I can't get ahold of you, I can't make things right

bd Oct 2013

burned out

What am I going to do?
I'm losing myself & I'm losing you too.
What are we going to do?
We were a candle with a bright burning wick but what are we now?
Has the flame burned out?
Maybe Im to blame, I know its a shame & I'm not proud.
There's nothing left of me & I'm not sure what you see,
When I'm just an old building that's been burned to the ground.
I'm not begging for you to stick around.
I wouldnt blame you if you hate it how youre never sheltered from the clouds.
But my foundation is stained with your footprints & these ashes would scatter in the wind to spell out your name.
I know its a shame & I'm not proud, I know id be selfish to ask you to stick around.