Some mornings
The gentle warmth and light of the sun cannot comfort that empty feeling of dreams so suddenly forgotten.
Some days
The quiet "I love you"s of friends that don't quite know your heart cannot begin to fill the blasting silence left by the missing one who truely does.
Some evenings
The setting sun's beauty cannot overcome the unrefutable darkness of a cloudy night's absence of stars.
And some nights
The fleeting warmth of your body, no matter how tightly you wrap arms around torso, cannot warm the biting chill of the sheets.
On these mornings, I think of you.
On these days, it's you I miss.
On these evenings, you become my stars.
And on these nights, if I close my eyes just tight enough, I can still feel your hand in mine.
I love you enough to be forgotten.
I love you enough to remove myself.
I love you enough to remember from a distance.
Maybe one day you'll recognize my hidden, shadowed face.
An already broken heart cracks every time you pass it by.
An aching soul yearns for just a glance of acknowledgment.
A lonely body awaits your familiar, comforting touch.
A confused mind analyzes every muttered word for hope.
I'd love to go back
to skinned knees and lost teeth.
I'd trade my teenage curves
for the 3-foot figure of a child.
To see the world through the eyes of a broken soul,
distorted like a house of curved, mishapen mirrors.
Only the reflection of self, magnified 1,000 times,
so every little imagined flaw can tear at rotten flesh.
To break one reflection
is to merely further distort the rest.
To run from all the thoughts
only causes a loss of way in the labrynth of fear.
To fight the darkness with a single match,
will simply accentuate the camoflauge shadows.
Sometimes it really is best,
to leave "well enough" alone.
But all the frustration of a handcuffed helplessness
will eventually overcome every reserve of strength.
Until then...
I LOVE YOU
March 27, 2006 |
Submission Name: My Teenage Work-in-Progress
