My mind is racing with never ending thoughts.
With fear, I try to fight them, with everything I've got.
My will begins to weaken, here we go again.
I don't even know you and you've got me on a pen.
What do you look like? How does your mind work? What's your name? I've got a million questions for you, and they're driving me insane!
Your potential is a parasite that's feeding on my brain, but you might not be right for me with the needle in your veins.
This might be pointless, wasting my time. As your pointiness rapes your mind. Let me help you heal the wounds that days gone by have left behind.
I sit and watch you rip and tare yourself apart without a care. I see myself the more I stare, my own soul a trophy, high narco-ware.
I'm here to help you take a stand, so we can fight the foe. Even if you bite my hand, I'll never let you go.
Your wonder has become me and in my heart I know, you could kiss the ground in the winter time and make a flower grow.
Your demons, I'll defeat them. They tremble at my sight.
Your secrets, I'll keep them. Like your ever shining knight.
Your dreams, I need to know them. I'll make them come alive.
Your smile, is just like ******. I'm fiending for its shine.
I want so badly to hold you, and wipe away your tears. To make up for the sadness you've suffered all those years.
We have some time ahead of us and it will feel like death ,but I'm coming home so its safe to hold your breath.
I'm nothing to you right now like a wisp upon the wind, a player with a pen, or the devil with a grin.
But Sara I'm not playing silly games of the heart. I'm serious like an overdose, with veins that won't restart.
I want to be the someone that you've waited for, for life. The very thought that haunted you and keeps you up all night.
The one that drowns out all of your pain like morphine in your flesh, and light the fire deep within you like the flames behind your *******.
To be the one that you can count on when your world fills with doubt. To keep your pretty face from drowning, to life you up and pull you out.
So if you got this poem from me then I've taken off my vest and opened up the shots for you, the parts within my chest.
I hope you know that this isn't one way, because I am broken too. I hope you would do your best for me, as I would do for you.
We've both made a mess of things, kind of like hammers smashing thumbs. The screaming pain from missing nails has left our fingers flashing numb.
It makes us believe that we were born to fail and what we want will never come. We say "if only I would've hit the nail, I wouldn't have a busted thumb"
In the end we are the same. We need a roof to stop the rain, a place to hide our shades of shame and a place to run to in times of pain.
This life isn't over, the job isn't done. I swear this fight isn't over until we've won, so grab your tool belt. You're not alone, lets pick up the nails and drive them home!
I'm not the greatest person with my list of sins so great. I'm ****** up, intense and jealous mixed with pride, fear and hate.
I have the blessings of a warrior that is also my curse and if you choose to roll with me, you'll eventually see my worst. But that's all for the enemy and those who I detest. When you find the friend in me that's when you'll see my best.
So if you want to ride with me then let me hear your cry. Stand tall with your warrior and the fire in your eyes.
Take my flank and fight with me, its time to take what is ours. Limit not what we could be, feeling so good when we own the stars.
An incredibly beautiful poem written by BJLamb, a pen-pal currently serving ten years in prison.