"You're so much more to me than you may think."
It caused that pit,
in between my rib cage,
to split, and pour out reasons why I'm a mistake,
You classified our argument as a falling out,
but in fact I began to fall for you,
and the pavement of your harsh reality,
broke my fall,
and crushed every bone in my body.
So how can anybody expect me to be preoccupied
with the idea of evolution,
when all I wanted was to evolve
into something worth keeping around.
Your eyes devastate me.
They split my veins,
and burn my trachea with all the bitter regrets I hold to myself concerning you.
I wish I could talk to you straight,
but you and I,
we're more alike than I'd prefer to believe.
We both hide behind metaphors,
sarcastic personas.
witty comebacks,
sly sayings,
and smiles that mask our true feelings.
Crunch my toes in an effort to rise to my lips,
steal my breath, and
grasp my waist to keep me from falling.
When you said you could never go anywhere with me emotionally,
it broke me.
That tiny piece of myself I had left,
that sliver of sanity that held onto the idea
that you would stand by my side,
unlike my regretful family,
disregarding family,
and ashamed shadow.
You left as I tripped on my self esteem and pride,
in an attempt to hold your hand in public.
For Christ's sake,
your lips are the sweetest thing I've tasted,
and I've never enjoyed kissing,
because it's sloppy,
and pointless,
but with you,
your lips are medication that keeps my heart beating.
You were my sunrise,
and sunset,
and I'm sorry if that's corny,
but my harvest clock revolved around you.
I'm sorry I wasn't enough.
Just please ,
please,
Tell me the truth behind your egotistical walls that you bare up in an effort to keep the daring out.
In the 6th grade,
I read a book about a man who climbed Mount Everest,
and I've been dangerously daring ever since.
Let me in,
and kiss me as if you never wanted anything more.
I guess I'm not enough.