I find strange things when I dive headfirst into the water.
I find stranger things in you.
My bed and heart are too cold to be so empty.
There is no right way to do this,
No perfect tree to sit under and watch as the memories bubble up again,
Reminders of a fonder time.
Even better would be
Reminders that nothing could be fonder than right now.
If I was able to put the past away long enough to enjoy the present,
I'm afraid I'd do my memories a disservice.
I'm more afraid that I'd lose the excuse to wallow in this way,
But how may I tear myself open
Stitch by stitch for your viewing.
If I'm young enough to think I will never die?
I've talked about death far too often
To think it could never touch me,
But I do.
And there's no good way to say this,
So I don't.
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
