poems

sammy and me

we're two souls, lost in the tide, 
pulled under by expectations we never asked for, 
living up to legacies carved from someone else's dreams. 
he stands tall, burdened by the weight of a name, 
of a destiny that was never his choice, 
and i see myself in the lines of his tired face, 
in the weariness that comes from always chasing a shadow.

everyone he's ever loved has slipped through his fingers, 
like grains of sand, like whispers in the dark. 
they leave, or they're taken, 
and each loss carves another piece out of him, 
a hollow space where love once thrived. 
and isn't that the way of it? 
how the people who matter the most 
are the ones who always seem to go.

he's different, a flicker of light in a world that demands 
he be something else, something more, 
something less. 
and i know that feeling, 
the way it is to stand apart, 
to be a stranger in your own skin, 
an outsider looking in.

we both walk this line, 
balancing on the edge of what's expected 
and what we truly are, 
two halves of a broken whole, 
never quite fitting in the mold 
they tried to press us into.

he searches for answers in the dark, 
and so do i, 
both of us reaching for something real, 
something that makes sense in a world 
that so often doesn't.

we share this quiet pain, 
this understanding that we're alone 
even when surrounded by others, 
connected by the way our hearts 
beat out of sync with the world around us.

and in those moments, 
when the weight of it all becomes too much, 
i think of him, 
and i know i'm not alone. 
because somewhere out there, 
he's feeling it too— 
this aching need to belong, 
this burning desire to be something more 
than what they told us we had to be.