i hope that when i meet forever,
it looks like you.

i wish i could go back in time;

so this could’ve been a different rhyme.

a rhyme in which i poured out less to you,

a rhyme in which i actually knew what to do.

instead, i sit here, left behind;

watching you fall in love with someone else’s mind.

i know i keep saying that im fine,

but, god, i wish i had a different rhyme.

he may not look like much
but he’s everything to me.
he’s not a king or a prince,
but if they saw what I see

they’d understand:

when there’s such a good man

she’s bound to fall in love.

he was a whirlwind;
a storm that wouldn’t last,
and he would leave her
to pick up her broken pieces
on her own

she doesn’t know what she really wants

but she feels it making its way up

through the valleys of her emotions

over the mountaintops of her soul

past the guards of her heart

her answers clambers and climbs through her being

working to finish their journey on the moon of her mind

to land there

one giant leap for her

she waits until the sunshine of life’s answers

explode into existence

over the horizon of that moon

tearing up the fear and the foolishness

she had to suffer through

the growth she had to grow through

the pain she had to hurt through

the smiles she had to fake through

to find that something that makes the smile real

that reminds her with her alarm

“get up today, babe. you won’t regret it”

the answer

the something that makes her

ask for an extra hour each day

the eyes that promise to be there

while she sleeps and on to the morning

the mouth that speaks words to build her up

and keep her up

so the answer waits to come out

the answer to what she’s been asking for

since she was in her nightgown

at her bedside

asking for her prince

asking for her true love

and boy, she will find true love in you.


9-30-18