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#I see you.   Lying there just a few feet from me, the malaphor of us, derisive, mocking, screaming at me from the air above our heads, the same air that lies heavy pregnant with all of the things we've said to each other in this room but you don't see this I glance at the curve of your hip I question my resolve I check and recheck my mental list of how far I'm willing to compromise and if it would be worth it but you don't feel this I kissed your forehead, you took my hand; you wouldn't let go.  I sat there and gently caressed your arm, wanting only to hold you, but you have poisoned yourself tonight and it would be wrong. You fell asleep, and still held on to my hand. I sat with you a moment longer, smiling and silently weeping at the same time. You wouldn't let me leave yet again, even in your sleep. In the light we can be seen. The darkness is safe, so I still hold your hand. This is a love song; This is a requiem.
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 2:55 AM UTC
Requiem
#I see you.   Lying there just a few feet from me, the malaphor of us, derisive, mocking, screaming at me from the air above our heads, the same air that lies heavy pregnant with all of the things we've said to each other in this room but you don't see this I glance at the curve of your hip I question my resolve I check and recheck my mental list of how far I'm willing to compromise and if it would be worth it but you don't feel this I kissed your forehead, you took my hand; you wouldn't let go.  I sat there and gently caressed your arm, wanting only to hold you, but you have poisoned yourself tonight and it would be wrong. You fell asleep, and still held on to my hand. I sat with you a moment longer, smiling and silently weeping at the same time. You wouldn't let me leave yet again, even in your sleep. In the light we can be seen. The darkness is safe, so I still hold your hand. This is a love song; This is a requiem.
Insomnia and anxiety are leading me on this particular journey. Feel free to give all the criticism you'd like. I am out of practice, hell I'm not even sure why I am doing this.
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 2:55 AM UTC
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