wouldn't it be nice if we had more time?
a little more time
to spend together?
to get to know you?
to where i can break out of my shell?
to bring us closer
so i wouldn't have to
desperately cling onto
the little we have between us
like i'm dangling from a piece of string
strung between the two sides of a canyon
with you on one end
because i worry,
i'm afraid,
that either the string will snap
or i'll lose my grip and let go.
i never got that time.
and i don't have the courage laced in me
to do anything besides
waiting for it to break
or for me to let go.
and now i'm afraid that
soon, i'll fall into the canyon.
i'm afraid that
i'll lose you.
YOU ARE READING
to you
Poetryto you, my love • words and thoughts i could never say to you, now finally spoken through a splatter of words on a page. • • a collection of poems written from the view of someone who's fallen in love. • • • (lowercase intended) 26 in poetry - sept...
