I didn’t give you away to updated metaphors,
I only just found my self lost in bigger
complexities needing a voice.
I write to you again, this is yours
for the time you were mad at me for
changing the words to a poem I wrote
when I didn’t know how to write poetry,
when all I did was pour a mess onto paper
hoping the ineptness of my effort would be concealed by your smile –
because you liked it.
I write to tell you that,
your butterfly wings carry an eagles soar my beautiful,
I am forever looking yet unable to
find enough expression to describe your resilience
you hold so much sorrow
in the palm of those two hands,
Yet, your wrists don’t bend beneath
the weight of memories.
Instead and in silence
abuse and violence
holds your childhood
beneath a staircase
blemishing your cavity
you wash away the stains with tears
you’re stronger than I’ll ever be
cause even thought I chase time
way past its 24th hour daily
and fill my moments with everyone else’s story -except ours-
you were still prepared to stay with me
I just couldn’t hold you ransom to a maybe
So I had to let you go…
and I know you don’t believe me
when I say this, but it killed me
know that you are the words inside many blank pages to come,
more than you have already filled
you are the exclamation to every pause that will give hearts reason to go on.
I will forever hold you close,
even when you’re inside the embrace of another man
cause I don’t need hands to feel your pulse.
So I write to you again
To tell you that I am further away
from certainty than ever before,
I’m sorry I couldn’t promise you more
like a walk down the isle
I couldn’t bring a future to heal your scars
because I -myself- am still licking wounds
wondering
lost,
like a wolf, bullet grazed in a jungle far away from home
You must know that
I didn’t give your poem away to updated metaphors,
I only just found my self lost in bigger
complexities needing a voice.
So I write to you again…
This is yours
K.
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