Late night poems

Loving arms

Loving arms.

If I was a superhero then I wouldn't depend on you. I would fly across the sky's to the far away land. You always said get your head out of the clouds. You said I couldn't live in the clouds. I didn't listen and continued to fly high and far. You said come down now. I couldn't come down. I was so far away your voice was a distant whisper. I became to despise you. You were solid and confident. I was flying and transparent. You told me to come down but that was it. You never tried to hold me. You never wrapped your arms around me and held me to you so I wouldn't fly away. You let me fly and finally giving up letting me be gone forever. I finally came crashing down. I came down so hard I almost lost my way. My world went black. My mind and body ached to fly again. No body keep me grounded. The chains from the hospital bed keep be chained down and helpless. I didn't need chains. I need arms. Loving arms. I need your Arms. You left me. You didn't even come see me when I come down. You didn't even contact me. I was overwhelmed with this burning hatred. I was filled with such passion that was once love but now was hatred. It only lasted a few minutes. I wanted your touch. I wanted you. I wanted you more then I wanted to fly. You didn't care anymore. I finally got out of the chains. I had no loving arms to hold me. I wonder the streets. I wonder them hoping one day I would run into you and you would scoop me up in those arms. I never saw you again. I forgot your face. Your voices. Your touch. Your everything. I still wonder the street. Except I stopped flying. I shaped up. I fixed everything my self. You stopped caring. I stopped wanting your love. I was finally weak. I wanted to fly again. I so desperately wanted to fly. I did. I came down to hard again and this time I didn't want to ever see the light again. I knew you wouldn't be there. I didn't want to ever see the light. I did see the light. The darkness left. I didn't wake up in chains. I woke up in loving arms. I knew it wasn't you and that was what I was most happy about. I knew who it was. The person who'd been there before I flew away for the last time. I finally got what I wanted. Loving arms. Not yours. But better.