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Sarah Sep 2015
I don't have
anything to
say to you that
I should
probably say

so we go on,
not speaking
for loss of
words and
lack of
guts

but what I do not say
that I should not
say
is that
you are everything I've
ever needed and
you don't even
know it.

And I know you
have no confidence-
Darling,
and I know you
think it's pity,
when I'm so nurturing
with you-
which is why
I'll never tell
you
that
for the first time
I'm in love- truly
in love- the
agony,
pain,
desperation of
love-

it's with you!
and
you'll never
know because
I love you
too much
for you
to know

and it's just something
I cannot say.
Sarah Sep 2015
I don't know why
I have to be near you
for insight to
come to me

I have to be lying
in your arms
to feel the
quiet touch
of poetry
coaxing
thoughts
and words
out of me

...whispering in your ear
about
butterflies and
dreams
and days that
brought us ease- much
lighter than the window
shows
today

I don't want you to be the one who makes me write this way
Sarah Sep 2015
When I read
your
tarot
and I placed the cards in a
Celtic Cross

I pulled the Hanging
Man,
The Emperor...
The Hermit and then,
Death.

I see what you're doing.

I see where you hide.

I see that you're burdened by
the past that spun around you, out of your control- a child
who
was shown a world that
often touches in a way
that is not kind-

that is this world
and
I'm a part of it
too.

Hold any card
you want,
my love,

touch any card of
mine.

Hold me
to your chest
and feel the love
that life can
give
a
soul
like yours
who holds the
marks of
many ghosts
existing in
the past

I'll hold out my empty hands
for you

to fall into
when you
can
finally
open
your eyes.
Sarah Sep 2015
I see now
what they say
how love
smacks you
in the face

like an inevitable
falling leaf
or
how the moon
pulls at the
waves

love is un-
controllable
and can't be
cut away
and only
grows
incessantly with
your
every embrace
Sarah Sep 2015
There's a moment
I keep
going back to.

Where we're sitting
just you,
and I,
in front of the
Clarence Carter
record
turning.

And you reach to touch
my hand,
softer than
before the
day you told
me this was
nothing.

In every moment,
I'm not with you-
and where you tell me
I'm just a
good friend


I'll keep going back
to this place
where we're sitting
on the floor,
laughing,
holding
hands.
Sarah Sep 2015
so
sweetly,
sadly,
hopefully
sings
an
inevitable
ending

and so
surely
she
replies
with the
promise of a
new beginning

I think I
might love
you
&
I think I
could try
to
wait for you
to love
me too

It's only the ending
and you're only my
beginning
Sarah Sep 2015
The problem with
hats
is that when
you wear them
for awhile
your head is
hot,
but held
and
you almost
forget they're there

The problem with
hats is
that when they sit
there for
awhile
and when you
resign to the
weight
on your head-
you take them off
and you can
still feel
them there
for awhile

That's the problem with
hats
and the problem with
you,
here,
with me
now.
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