You are a whisper
A thousand miles away,
Traveling slowly
On a soft summer breeze.
A distant wisp
Of a sweet nothing,
Long since forgotten.
You are an earthquake
Destroying the foundation I have built,
The walls I have constructed.
Shaking the very ground I walk on,
Leaving me fallen and alone.
You are a boy
With a broken smile
And vacant eyes
There is nothing I can do or say
To fill the cracks in your soul.
You are a human being
With thoughts and feelings
Forever hidden
Behind a black veil,
Shrouding all truth,
All realness.
You were mine once
Should you be mine again?
You are soft, and hard
All at the same time
Your hands are calloused and rough,
But gentle and soft on my bruised and beaten skin.
You are sweet and supple
Spinning pretty words,
Hiding ugly truths
Leading a trail of irrevocable love
Holding my hand while we walk,
Down the winding path.
You are mine again, you say
With your hesitant lips,
And shaking hands.
I am afraid to touch you
For your skin might crack.
I have never been soft
Or gentle
I am rough, with my blunt truths,
My honest stories.
I am afraid that if I touch you
You will break apart at my fingertips.
You are glass,
An ornate sculpture
With details in all the right places.
Hair that curls around your ears,
Freckles in your smile,
Crooked teeth,
And emerald jewels for irises.
But just like a fragile piece of glass
Perfect on the outside,
With everything hidden on the inside
You are breakable,
And my hands shake
What if I drop you?
I will break you.
You are a masterpiece
An abstract painting,
A watercolor of emotions.
You are red,
With anger spilling through all the cracks in the blackness of your soul
You are grey,
A ghost
Flitting in and out of my life.
I am a mere sketch,
With blue drawn in
On my arms and
My legs and
A kaleidoscope of bruises all
Splattered across porcelain skin
Purplish at the edges, yellowing in the middle
How can we come together,
When there is something missing?
How do you fill in the blank spaces and
Construct a masterpiece from two different things
How do you
Create something beautiful
Out of something so broken?
How do we come back together?
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Distant Thoughts
Poetryhow to: get over your first love write a book about your experience with heartbreak -- 1. "You are like the wind Sometimes here, sometimes not Maybe I ought To have known that now Is the time you aren't" 2. "I'm running out of things to say Please...
