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Aug 2014
Inhaling;  We can't help but wonder when we ache from the hurt, roll over in bed, feel the knot in your chest, in your head, from the hurt.  When you get dizzy in the shower and shed tears all over your collar, from the hurt.  Falling into the arms, resting your chin upon the shoulder belonging to the one who's supposed to separate the black from the white and love you amongst the grey.  But what happens when they become the ones that were wrong because they turned their backs to what they once knew to be right.  What happens when they become the main source.  
     They find ways to compare us to every other heart beating but something about your heart beating, the way your lungs continue breathing.  The way I was bound to forgive because for once, I felt the weight, the same weight that was put upon her.  A weight that collapsed my knees, cut off all air supply;  A weight that shattered all clocks.  We were frozen in time, time where infinite didn't exist, infinite didn't mean a ******* thing.
     And it's just that, the knowing we don't last forever that makes you take a step back, a step out of your own body.  Let your silhouette be placed on the outside, let it look inside and let it absorb the world your own doings have created.  Notice that the being standing to the left of you with his hands in a fist as if they were latched onto something as valuable as a trophy, opening them only to find that inside is your heart.  The only ***** that keeps you alive, gives you the ability to live, allowing you to feel and understand that, in those hands, that heart of yours is going to be safe and sound.  Viewing the eyes of the being to the left of you, looking into you, up at you, seeing you as if you were golden; Looking at you the way some die looking for a set of eyes to see them in such a way.
     Climbing into the skin that you founded at birth, gently letting go of the anger, jealousy, realizing the hurt that came upon you was never inflicted by anybody but yourself.  
     Posted at the edge of the pier, with the one by your side, making a fist and reaching out over the water, vowing to protect the heart you're holding onto for dear life, until kingdom come.  Pulling in the body to your left, mouths open wide.  On this cold fall day, I will exhale the love I have for you so you can see it in my breath, just what I'd be losing, what I do lose every time you take my breath away.  
     Eyes peering out at the earth surrounding us;  Palm to palm, they put their hearts together, forming one.  And into the sea, they were engulfed.  Allowing themselves to sink to a depth, unexplored because maybe there, maybe that's where their full captivity lies.  
     You are a model of my love.  And my love, you have the most beautiful eyes.
                     - S. Mia
                August 24, 2014
S Mia
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S Mia  Wisconsin
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