Part Two: My Dear Friend

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I still remember you

Don't believe for a second that I won't welcome you with open arms, I will keep you close to my heart in my embrace

So many nights I spent being awake and too aware of everything

I'm the one to regret, I kept an arm's length between us when all you wanted was to be close

Funny to say, you were a few lengths closer than anyone else

I'm sitting here and stroking the scars that you never saw, but also the news ones

My mind has gotten older and my eyes read tired

There are bruises on my knees from falling down so many times and a marks around my ankles after being caught with an addition

The chain around my ankles left me a difficulty to walk and it still does 'til this day

There are so many words I could use for myself, but all I want to know is you

I want to see you in a new light and the strength you've gained

I gave all my strength away for you to gain, but I don't think you know

I sing melodies high, higher and highest to express my desperation

I let myself love and I told them secrets that my fear didn't allow me to tell you

All those things you remember times ten and a few others, that's ways to describe me

I could write paragraphs long enough to be a book

I could write paragraphs sincere enough to make a small child fade in comparison

I could write paragraphs sad enough to make the big man cry

I chose to cry, because so many times I write, but so far less times I've shed any tears

You left a big gap in me, but the feeling of being understood so thoroughly still remained

I sing about you in thought, to another writer's song

May my mother never know my face behind my mask

Our loss made the big man cry, we didn't know what passage to take

You belittle yourself because you live in a big world with bigger personalities

You never realized how the real world looks

I wrote not many paragraphs about you, 'cause words cannot express the void

I spoke of you for us not to forget your name

Now I'm falling down again and I chopped my hair in loss of control

All I can say is that not a single paragraph can compensate to my tears that ran down

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