My Dark Poems

Jump

There I was
Sitting on that grand swing
The wind pushing
Pulling me
As If I weighed nothing
My hair nipping my skin
As it whips in the wind
I saw him
He seemed to be a fog
Drifting towards me
My red converse
Pumped me higher
To the sky
He reached towards me
Not from below
Nor above
But he was there in front
Of me
With his scarred palm
I wanted to trust him
Place my outlandishly
Small hands in his
Let my fingertips
Trace his scars
His beautiful blue eyes
Held a spark
So electrifying
I felt as if
I could fly
His lips moved
But no sound escaped
He grinned
My body continued to sway
Towards him
Then back
Again
I reached for him
He took a step back
With a sluggish pace
As he began to be hazy
In my vision
"Come back"
I screeched
Clutching my chest
As a hot iron seemed
To be shoved down my throat
Burning through
My skin
Leaving charred bits
On my eyes
His hand fell to his side
And he looked down
I jumped then
Off the swing
Towards those rough scarred hands
That belonged to my
Beautiful blue eyed
Boy