Peridot
That's what I'll call you,
The wind lifting the leaves and carrying them on through time .
Gentle.
That's what I'll call you.
Soft spoken yet you sound like a cello,
Im holding onto
Peridot shards in your eyes splinting my thinking.
I brushed my teeth today so sickly,
Coated my teeth in stomach acid,
At the thought of being overbearing and you denying it.
Peridot smirks but peridot muses.
Peridot forgives me for being so ruthless.
What have I got to give to you?
Nothing but a placeholder in time,
Nothing but a spot in universal memory.
You'd live forever in words but it's no more than a pretentious fad.
I lack substance and my mom told me to stifle
And not to give eronate hopes to fictional lovers because I'm instable
"Don't let yourself love and rage when you leave 6 months later"
Peridot you're real
At least I hope you are.
As real as a breath of spring
As real as the glimmering of rivers,
As real as I'd imagine you to be.