My love is torn apart Like the yarn that comes from your sweater You know it’s there But you never know when it will start to unravel Unravel 'til there is nothing left but one long string, What’s left is my love for you From the tints of red and blue I never saw anything quite as beautiful The way the thread touches your soft skin beneath it Like it wants nothing but to be worn, And worn out
Your love runs deep But it doesn’t tap into the water That makes up 90% of my body Flowing through, Every heartbeat Every pulse Every word That comes out, is for you More importantly Every word That doesn’t come out Is for you
I keep most things in Like a safe that has been untouched for years The dust on top aches to dance And whirl about But its duty is to hold our families most prized possessions The type of holding that no lover knows Birth certificates, life insurance, wills, But does any of that matter aside to prove we are but a tiny piece in the puzzle of life
We see ants like we see people, just another thing that is in the way We’d rather stomp on their souls than lead them to where light is Because if someone is in our way At the wrong time, Better believe we will make it right Have to be at this very important meeting, at this very important time, to get very important money, to buy very important things
What a shame We all are But you never shame me Sitting at the top of the highest tree Looking about with your telescope eyes You cry “We are all tiny fragments found within the oldest ship in the sea!” Underwater broken up and scattered about The captain tries to collect us, reconnect us But would rather drink instead He is our god, for all we know His head is cloudy and his eyes are dull He gathers our pieces to construct them as one But is rocked by a wave and loses us forever
What were you to me But a dream, But dust On the flower that I gave you Two months after we met That you kept on your dresser As if it would make a difference if it was there or not
Your ocean like eyes showed me the answer when I showed up that day I was lost in them but I heard you say “I’m going away”
My heart sank like an anchor holding up time on a never ending clock Ticking away until one day it stopped
Long winded and spontaneous poem I scribbled down one night. A bit scattered and nonsensical but some have seemed to enjoy it.