Jun 2012
Lean up against the wall and cry.
I like to watch you as you cry.
I'm part of something when you cry.
That might be why I make you cry.
Collapse into your bed and dream.
I like to think that you still dream.
It comforts me to hear you dream.
Am I the reason that you dream?
Throw back your soaking hair and breathe.
I like to hold you when you breathe.
I sigh, relieved, each time you breathe.
Because you give me cause to breathe.
I like to watch you as you cry.
I'm part of something when you cry.
That might be why I make you cry.
Collapse into your bed and dream.
I like to think that you still dream.
It comforts me to hear you dream.
Am I the reason that you dream?
Throw back your soaking hair and breathe.
I like to hold you when you breathe.
I sigh, relieved, each time you breathe.
Because you give me cause to breathe.
One of my earliest poems, 'Cry, dream, breathe' is about the unspoken love of a man for a woman who doesn't understand his harsh and silent way of showing his adoration. Though he makes her cry and he doubts that she can still dream, he lives for her and wants to always be a part of her life.
