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Micah 4d
The end is like a fallen tree
splintered and broken
but the foundation for new beginnings

That is what happened
to us

Well worn and out of breath
we unraveled
until we sunk
deep into complaisant  

And while we sprouted tears
that seeped into the floorboards,
watering nothing but dying plans,
we find ourselves
changing
growing
starting new

again
We are still together in this.
Micah Feb 13
i didn't think i'd write about you like this
ending up here in a space that wasn't meant for you

in the beginning

i didn't think you'd end up in here as a past tense
as a memory
chalked up as a tragedy, a pile of words

as a goodbye

this isn't how i imagined
us
And I'm sorry.
Micah Feb 13
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired
texts

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm
panicked

into wondering
if I'm behind in
people

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
Micah Jan 25
I wish someone had told me
while I sat in frilled white socks
and a pink dress on Easter
that love isn't just
for one and only one

I wish someone had told me
that while I would fall for a few
or many
that guilt was useless
because time is thin
and people are sudden
and you can't help what you see

While I watched judges, pastors, shamans
tie the legality of love together in bows or Gordian knots
no one ever told me about the power of eyes
or how to feel about fluttering caused by another
while I'm supposed to remain landlocked with just one someone

Now I'm sick
because of all the feelings screaming through my fingers, curling them, and I have nowhere to place them, and yelling falls in the quiet because I'm guilty
guilty
guilty
of thinking about others
when, apparently, I'm only supposed to think of you

I wish someone had told me
that love is not an is or isn't
It's a maybe, how are you, do you like ramen, music, don't leave, goodbye
And it most certainly hurts
when you aren't sure what to do about the others
who's eyes are pools and who lure you to the edge and pull you in and then you lose them altogether

Why did no one tell me
My thoughts on my current situation, and how I hate all of it.
Micah Jan 23
I feel the lull of the sun, day by day, and wonder if I have to

When the moon, hanging on a string, shifts the tides

and pulls me in.

Do I have to

When the screams of glittering stars fall around me

and break in my palms, slicing my hands,

and the sun and the moon beg for my face to turn unwavering

Do I have to
Micah Nov 2018
I find myself holding my breath for you
when I'm down in the subway
dark and dingy
I'm waiting to see you
in between people
or through the grime and grease windows
on a train going the other way

I swallow up the air
when I'm out in the city
turning around cold corners
and blinking to change the scene
of the faces in front of me
as the thought of bumping into you
turns my palms wet and sweaty

I'm holding my breath for you
but my vision is blurry and
there's a strain going down my neck.
I hope you're holding your breath for me too
Micah Nov 2018
I can't help it now
Thinking of you
when I watch them
holding hands,
cradled mouthed kisses

The light leaves me then
****** dry and whole
and I'm left with a pit
in my stomach
and cotton for a tongue

When I see them all
ruler apart, maybe closer
whispering and
all squinty eyed
from the smiles split
across their faces

I falter then
for an insignificant second
but it's long enough
to feel like
a collapsing star

I keep wishing it were you
with me
and it were me with you

And who knows who
But I can't help it now
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