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Bonswan Jan 2016
Who am I?
"I am!" the good boy proudly exclaims
Where am I?
"I am here!" the good boy sings
When did I get here?*
"You always were"* the universe hums
Bonswan Jan 2016
If the trees can let go
and drop the dead weight
obviously there's virtue in it
that I can't seem to grasp
Bonswan Jan 2016
I lay awake
thinking of happy things
gone sad
and the good
gone bad
Bonswan Jan 2016
I miss her

I miss being overlooked
and under-appreciated
I miss the way she -

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...

I miss not feeling alone


I miss the way that she caged me
Then demanded I let her be free

But still,

I miss the way she washed me
Her hands on my back

I miss the way we'd kiss our hands*
Before giving each other a smack

I guess with a love like that you have to remember
Every kiss will get you back
Bonswan Jan 2016
Dear Flower

you
small and fragile
still and beautiful
do not let anyone down

you are not afraid
of the strong wind
or unfortunate accident

even when someone crushes you
you leave them with your colours
and with your scent

I would pick you
for me to see alone
but from where i am
you seem at home

dear flower,

*I would rather watch you be
than watch you die with me
Bonswan Jan 2016
We're about to go for coffee
I'm dressed so you'll want me

But I know

You wont

Counting the red flags
Is harder than counting stars
Is harder than counting cards

Because

I have to choose whats a flag
and what's a star

- at this rate -

You're still my sun

Why wont my heart keep up?

As my mind runs and races
My heart anxiously paces

Trying to figure out
What shirt I should wear

so that

You'll want me back
I wrote this poem before going to coffee with my ex girlfriend after we had just broken up. We decided we were going to go talk about things and I was having a lot of anxiety.

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