By Arcassin Burnham

Everything you did,
Strumming guitars,
Covering scars,
You were strong,
Tears pouring out of My eyes cause your gone,

laying roses on a plastic covered grave with
Your name engraved,  welcome to pain,
Testing patience in this twisted world of
Mine, writing notes down and sticking
Them on the walls to pass the time of this
kind of acceptance,
Making plain habits and wearing out my
welcomes in the weakest form while
Sleeping on the back porch turning my
Tears into puddles,
You knew how to wear that cold fabric souly unlike
Others,
When we cuddle,
its like life Wants me to forfill another.

We are lying together, entwined
As you tell me about that one time
You fell in love with an  explorer.

You tell me about how you both lay side by side,
And with eyes wide, she pointed out to you her favorite constellations
As you marked your favorite constellations of freckles
On the wide expanse of her skin.

You tell me about the mountains you have traversed together;
You tell me your relationship was an uphill battle every step of the way-
But with hope for the future,
You endured.

And then one day,
She got tired of the constant uphill battle.
She got tired of waiting for shooting stars;
She got tired of you.

From then on, your heart was filled with hatred for
adrenaline junkies and explorers.

But love,
You, yourself, are an explorer
With huge hopes and dreams
And your heart on your sleeve.

I can see it in the way your eyes sparkle
Whenever there is a hint of adventure;
In the way you give your heart out freely,
Wishing that one of the places you yearn to settle down in
Accepts you with open arms.

(I still pray for the day
When you'll wish to settle here.

But for the time being,
I shall patiently wait for your arrival.)