You shut your eyes on me,
and squeeze out a tear.
Your lips slowly opened
to expose my greatest fear.

You grab my hands,
holding them to your chest;
squeezing them so tight
with a promise that you tried your best.

With one last kiss,
you whispered against my breath
"I'll always love you, Ryan"
" But now I must go rest."

The look in your eyes
gave me a lingering chill.
I tried to follow you,
but I could only stand still.

You hopped the railing
off the bridge we stood upon.
Falling into the water; just like that,
you were gone.

I got on my knees
and cried out in pain.
My heart was breaking,
and there was pounding in my brain.

It was then I woke up
out of breath and confused.
Was it really a dream?
or did I actually lose you?

You're a breath of fresh air in a claustrophobic room.
You're a beautiful flower just about to bloom.
You're the girl in my dreams, the only one for me.
I can't believe I get to call you mine.
To lose you would be a punishable crime.

Where is the inspiration?
How do I channel it?
Do I wait in silence
for hours and hours
or does it only take a bit?

Why can't I write?
Even though I want to.
I got the ideas in my head,
but they never seem to come through.

Is it lack of confidence?
Maybe I'm no good?
Maybe I am, maybe I'm good,
but then I think
"What is the likelihood?"