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and Explain.

I don’t know you yet,

But I’m scared I won’t ever get the chance

And there is still so much I want to tell you.

So I hope tonight you’re listening to

The sun whispering secrets and promises to the earth

While the stars play sonatas and symphonies

with a crescendo that Shakes beliefs

and crystallizes my voice in the wind

I hope it’s carried to you, wherever you are.

I hope you feel what I’m feeling right now

And know you’re not alone

And wherever you are

Whoever you are

I love you

So put down your blade

For you should only bleed with the moon

Life’s the gift in your veins and

Your wrist was meant to be kissed by lips

Untie your noose,

Use the rope to tie the backyard swing

Someone someday

Will pump their legs so they can

Fly and kiss the universe

But that’s not the only thing I want to tell you

 

Like the mother that gives up her unborn

Tears in her eyes for the

Countless nights she won’t be able to

Tuck her daughter into bed

And tell secrets of the strength she possesses

That she’s so much more than beautiful

her legs are strong enough to carve her own path

And someday she’ll find success buried

Inside her own bones

Read her son fairytales

Of how to love gently

Break the stereotypes

Because It’s okay if he cries

There’s strength in tears

She has so many lessons and stories to

Share but

She’s only 16 and she’s still a child herself

this is the second time

Her mistakes will burn scars in the empty space

Between her arms as she cradles regrets and

Kisses the soft skin of an imaginary cheek

right below the should-be reflection

Of herself

There’s still so much she wants to tell them

 

 

And there’s a girl wandering the street alone

who’s given up believing in anything

Except empty promises and lies

The same night her god died in

The arms of a stranger who

had too much to drink

Bruises on her thighs

And stale breath burned into her neck

Knowing no amounts of soap could wash

The filth away, not even the sun is bright enough to guide her

When her eyes are stained with black cigarette ash

Not knowing there’s someone out there that

Has the stars to bring her safely home

that there are empty hands aching

To hold her

show her there is so much more

Than wrists and razors

That Heaven can be found

In hot chocolate and mini-marshmallows

a safe arm around her shoulders as they toast

One another by the fireplace

But she’s already given up

With the barrel to her chest,

She takes a deep breath

and pulls the trigger

While miles away in foster care

In a run-down room with

three beds and tear stained sheets

is the lonely other half with stars in his pupils

A smile for the hope of making a home

Despite the promises of homes that’s been constantly broken

He keeps his strength in ink

so he keeps on writing

And even without dinner for a week

He’s full with dreams of

A home he would’ve shared with her but

he’ll never know that except for the pain in his chest

From never hearing the voice that

Could sing back his heartbeats, a muse

with hands that mirror his lifelines

But tonight with no realization of the could-be family

He’ll press his pen to paper;

Writing poetry for the girl he’ll never meet,

folding his words into a paper airplane

That he can release to the atmosphere

And pray it finds her, wherever she is.

There’s still so much he wants to tell her

 

 

And

I want to whisper secrets in your ear

Of every nightmare I’ve ever had

And how I believe you can turn the falling sand

Into dreams

Give bodies to the ghosts

Of those who haven’t died yet

I want to tell you stories of

My grandmother under the Tuscan sun,

Losing everything but still believing in her dreams

And how with shaky hands from world war II bombs

She signs her name on the Ellis Island wall

An Italian accent tinging her tongue

As she learns how to dream in English

Of how she joins the American war so she can

Shakily hold a diploma and finally

Teeter on the edge of the precipice

Singing songs of triumph and kissing

The things she dreamt of as a child

And with those same shaky hands

She’ll hold my mother and kiss her eyelids

Not once resenting those explosions

Because fate has a funny way of

Bringing you to where you were meant to be

And she was meant to love the American man

Who stares down at his new born child with

A new kind of gentleness in his smile

And these are the things I admire the most

 

But I also want to tell you how I’m terrified

Of how I’ll inherit my grandfathers disease

(the same man with a gentle smile)

Of mania in iridescent white

And depression so deep you drown in blue

With his OCD mannerisms and bi-polar Medication

he shakes too.

And sometimes I’m convinced

That this shame will be repaid

With my own set of pill boxes

Mapping out every white and brown tablet

That I’ll take day after day

To control the chaos

To control the hysteria

To bottle myself up in chains

So I can say no to the shining razorblade that

Beckons to release the pressure of

Red (blood)

White (highs)

And blue. Deep deep blue.

He has chocolate brown eyes just like mine

So maybe that’s not the only thing

I’ve inherited

 

I want you to be someone I hold

Under sheets kissing your forehead as you fall asleep

Both feeling holy as Jesus as we finally let go and cry

Knowing that our tears will reach their hands into the sky

To pick out the brightest stars

and light up one another’s face in the dark.

Invincible but not invisible in your embrace.

I want to tell you of all my dreams and how I used to

Pretend I had superpowers

Pretend I could fly with a red cape

i want to tell you

Of how I still sleep with the moon as my night light

Because I’ve always been scared of what lurks in the dark

And

When I look in the mirror

I don’t really know who looks back

but I still think life is beautiful

When you’re looking for pictures in clouds.

Most importantly I want to tell you

I love you.

I don’t know you yet,

but I love you

And I hope when I pass you on the street

Not yet knowing your name

I will dream of you.

And someday when I come across you again

In some coffee shop on the corner of

Reality and make believe

I’ll have the courage to ask you to

Stay and talk a while

The steam from your Chai washing away

The stress from your face

As we both realize this is it

So let‘s start with our names and explain

there is so much we need to tell each other.

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Mar 4, 2010
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