At the end of the day
It's just you and me
And this soft cotton blanket
That you've knitted from our love
Pieces of us carried within its stitches
At the end of the day
It's you and me and this weightlessness
That carries us deep
And those deep blue eyes of yours
Looking back at me
As if to say
"Love me"
At the end of the day
I get to say I love you
No matter the world
Or the storms we're weathering
The bed is still ours
And you still curl up there
On the left side by the window
You claim your spot
You're always there
At the end of the day
I trust you
I don't trust most people
But I trust you
Underneath the touch of those soft lips
Is the unfurling of a greater ache
One that I wear on my shoulder
One I scream from the tops of skyscrapers
Looking down at the speckles of people
Screaming for all to hear "I love you" and "I cannot lose you."
At the end of the day
It's you and me
And this quilted blanket
Knitted from the touching of lips
And engraved wholeness
A raging love that's all too consuming
Held silent behind bars
A secret love
But love none the less
At the end of the day
The silence although all to consuming
Although all too much
The love I carry for you will not shorten
It will not take on a new meaning
Or a new fate
It is honest
It is pure
It is love
At the end of the day
I love you.
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Where The Grass Grows
PoetryA poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl. These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.
