January
More than anything else, I have to find me first;
but I don’t want to forget you.
February
"Don’t worry, I’ll tell you until there are no more words to say.”
You just shook your head.
I tried to explain when I woke up this morning
just beneath the surface,
but I’d lost my ability to speak.
How strange.
March
I dreamt of my very being
keeping the city safe
up until the day it rained.
April
I finally understood that Love herself
is a “four letter word”.
May
Well my darling,
I’ll have to forget me to know where I’ve gone.
Open your eyes.
*June
*
But now you’re gone, just a few days later,
to keep us both alive.
I held out the matches with no real reason why.
Just go.
July
Just like that, I watch your head spin.
My fingers tingle, and I can breathe.
*August
*
“How do you like it?”
It's falling together..
I’d seen it since the beginning.
Even so, I miss the days when things were simple.
September came and went with no evidence or new scars.
*October
*
Nature can’t make up her mind about me either.
I still have the pictures to prove it.
*November
*
The music is pure, but I barely notice.
*December
*
It’s beautiful,
Getting hopelessly lost
until I can barely distinguish my own penmanship.”
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
January
More than anything else, I have to find me first;
but I don’t want to forget you.
February
"Don’t worry, I’ll tell you until there are no more words to say.”
You just shook your head.
I tried to explain when I woke up this morning
just beneath the surface,
but I’d lost my ability to speak.
How strange.
March
I dreamt of my very being
keeping the city safe
up until the day it rained.
April
I finally understood that Love herself
is a “four letter word”.
May
Well my darling,
I’ll have to forget me to know where I’ve gone.
Open your eyes.
*June
*
But now you’re gone, just a few days later,
to keep us both alive.
I held out the matches with no real reason why.
Just go.
July
Just like that, I watch your head spin.
My fingers tingle, and I can breathe.
*August
*
“How do you like it?”
It's falling together..
I’d seen it since the beginning.
Even so, I miss the days when things were simple.
September came and went with no evidence or new scars.
*October
*
Nature can’t make up her mind about me either.
I still have the pictures to prove it.
*November
*
The music is pure, but I barely notice.
*December
*
It’s beautiful,
Getting hopelessly lost
until I can barely distinguish my own penmanship.”
I put this piece together by taking lines from all the poems I wrote in 2013. :)
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