A piece of you Reflecting back The bitter words in your mouth Too raw to speak A poet is Someone in pain And someone in love Someone who looks at the world Through a kaleidoscope Who takes a magnifying glass to each And every Word you say And lets them imprint on their heart A poet is A star gazer A dreamer A chaser of The improbable But hopes anyway A poet is Tissue paper skin A heart of glass And a soul of titanium
A poet is A sharp tongue And a gentle kiss She is a sob He is a sigh A poet is The sun at midnight Bright and Burning Hot Alive But cloaked in a darkness They cannot shake The brightest day And the darkest night A poet is The human experience A paradox An oxymoron So complicatedly Simple
A poet is A lover Who refuses To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve No matter how much it bleeds But rolls them up So you can’t see The blood stains
blink now you're 5 years old again waiting for mommy to sing to you and tell you everything will be okay after scraping your knee on the drive way while running around until daddy comes home from wherever he is
blink now you're 10 mommy's leaving for work and you're crying so hard because you don't want her to leave you're not used to being around just daddy because he's never usually home so you run down the stairs but the doors already closed and her headlights are pulling out of the driveway and down the road she goes
blink now you're 13 mom and dad are fighting again you close your eyes and scream into your pillow to muffle the noise but even the whistle from the train down the road or the whooshing in your ears that sound like waves from not eating in three days can't quite the fighting
blink 15 you're eyes are glazed and heavy and the smoke pouring from your lips tastes funny but the walls are spinning and though you never liked carnival rides it feels like one now as you sit on an uneven stool in your best friends garage and inhale the burning substance that makes things funny and helps you forget about the impending argument that's happening at home
blink 18 white toilet bowls and shaky hands quickly you flush down the granola you forced down that morning before rushing out of the door before dads new girlfriend could say hi walking down the hallway of the old apartment building the tiles start to move and its like you smoked that strange plant again but this time the corners of the hallway are getting dark and it feels like you've been walking for f o r e v e r so you grab the wall next to you as the floor rushes up and everything goes *black
Please, come closer I wish to feel you near So I can whisper Something in your ear. Three little words I call a secret, A commitment I don't dare to say But if you press on my heart You'll feel it anyway.