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craig apogee Mar 2015
I don't fear the dark
My eyes just adjust to the twinkle of the stars and the rays of the moon

I don't fear heights
The clouds just soar around me, masking the spot on which my feet are found

I don't fear creepy crawlies
My body's design has just deviated from my micro friends, and my skeleton runs within me

My only fear is that I'll never hold you close to me in the dark of the night
That I won't be able take you to the heights of heaven again
Where the world is just a tiny speck to what we, together, have become
an old poem. i haven't read it since i sent it to the girl. i always thought it was probably too wishywashy for her and that's why it didn't have its desired effect. but on 2nd reading, I still really like it, and just wish she would have too.
craig apogee Mar 2015
The pain was too hard to take and I lost my way
For the only outcome I want, that I ever wanted, is the refurbishment of the foundations of our relationship
A renovation of our house of love
Where the sun shines in every morning and warms our souls as they are intertwined
And the walls don't give in after the inevitable first rains of tomorrow's tears
Instead, after every rainfall, we re-secure the foundations together
Finding the cracks in the walls, floors and doors and filling it with the glue of our bond
I want this house more than any other
I just hope the foundations don't fall while I'm stuck below
Trying to repair the damage that I allowed to set in
Because I had no clue what I was doing
craig apogee Feb 2015
Your outstretched arm
And kind eyes
Draw me in
Not back to a place of love
But instead to your construction of pain
And hurt
And blame
Where it's apparent that the olive branch
Held between your fingertips
Is twined with barb
In my bleeding palm
craig apogee Feb 2015
foul feelings plague my mind today
like a storm in a teapot
visible to some
but only to those few who dare to look into my eyes
through the frosted window
iced over by my arctic heart

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I plan to one day write a poem filled with joy. I do experience that joy, but  lately nowhere near the magnitude to put it into the words it deserves
craig apogee Feb 2015
a latent feeling that won't go away
you continuously press pause, but it continues to play
clouded by a happiness that shall soon depart
merely a thin veil burnt by the pain in your heart
parts of it are transient, others never decay
in a perpetual loop of hollow dismay
my first post. sometimes the world forces your hand. i hope to look back on the post with a smiling face, stronger for the words i put down.

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