I watch the world
and it watches me.
All these
limitations,
rules,
wonders
and I just
skip them by like they're
crazy
crazy
crazy.
I'm crazy too and
it makes me
aware,
like I'm
equal to your
beauty
and your pain.
And sometimes
I wish I was
beautiful
and you would read
this back and
pause
and consider all the
newly
opened
doors.
Can I maybe
be different
unborn?
Are all the possibilities
newly born?
Can we
breathe
under these limitations
of reality?
The air we breathe
is the same air
that never breathes,
never changes.
Let us transform.
Let us embrace
the opportunities
they presented to us.
Let us be real.
Let us be free.
Let us live.

Tangled up
in broken lines of
communication,
seeking out a
melody
that was never there.

Discordant sounds,
blocking them out like a
dam of
sticks and stones.

But your words, your
honest
unchosen
words
will never
break my bones.

For they are frail,
crumbling away when I
catch them in my
fingers
if even there at all.

Hanging for a moment
in the flushing heat
between us
before
dropping
like orbs of clouded glass
and shattering at my
feet.

Worthless now.
Fragments.

All the cuts on my
fingers
from trying to
pick up the pieces,
put them together,
nurse them
tenderly.
Seeking some meaning
hidden in
fractured light.

But you didn't
think of that:
do not realise
what I am
looking for.

But I am here.
I am here and I am
listening -
listening to endless
nothing.

For you make
pitiful words
priceless

because they are
yours.

You fix
the broken edges
of my
fractured
dreams.

If I were ever
to damage
myself
it would only be
so that I
could bleed
poetry.

What did I tell you about
breaking the rules?
Breaking rules is
breaking walls
- leave them there and
all they do is
stop you.

I like to think
I'm too big
to be broken,
I'm so high
above
all of that
- but you're the one
who brings me
back to Earth
and says
that I'm only
five foot
tall.

I never said goodbye.
Instead I let you fall,
further and further
until you left the hope
that was my
peripheral vision.

I could not have you.
I could not keep you.
I could not keep the
simple pleasures
that are met alongside the
empty-handed.
I was forced to leave without
a whisper in your ear
to say that
you are beautiful.

And if I had said it
what would we be?
What would you have done
had you known?

But I cannot wonder
on answers I lack.
Questions that will remain
static
but only in my past.

Do not forget me.
Do not forget the things
I never said.
The reason for the
smiles
I didn't show.

We are the past:
The distant memories,
hazy slur of another time.
Soon your face will
lose its features
somewhere in my mind,
the sound of your voice
will be
silenced.

But remember my name.
Hold on,
keep it in a drawer
by your bed,
check to see if it is still there
every night before the
sleep of dreams
void of my face and the way
we danced.

Pray,
do not forget.