and i was forced to sort through
all the rubble from when you left me
i had to open up doors once closed
windows once locked
and let in a little sunlight
everything was exactly as we had left it
memories stacked in a corner
glowing with the new found attention
i am sorry precious memoirs
i'm not here for you today
when you left a darkness settled
in all the cracks and crevices of my mind
but everything is still here
just the way it was back when
the ceiling painted with stars
to remind us of that trip
out on an island, stranded
the ocean and the night sky blurring together
but paint can never match the sparkle in your eyes
the bed sheets mimicking those summer pools
because back then we didn't know anything
we kissed without a worry and loved without a care
our innocence was preserved
but colors can't bring back your touch
as i reach to touch the fading stars,
something catches
and from the depths of my mind
a trigger has been pulled
tears escape my eyes
and as i lay on the dusty sheets
trying to hold on to your scent
something pulls
and from my memories something hits
my heart aches and screams all over again
i was forced to sort through all the rubble
doors i had locked and windows i had nailed shut
they have been opened
this is what i was afraid of
because here,
as i look upon all we had
my eyes scream and my heart cries
its not fair
that i am here, in regret and sorrow
because i think
i still love you
and i wish
more than ever
we could go back to star lit
ocean nights on that island
could we turn back the clock to that day
after the summer pool
when you were riding away
and i so stupidly bit my tongue?
because i didn't get to say what i wanted
i wanted to stop you and push my head to yours
i wanted to say we could make it work
i wanted to ask you if this was it
i wanted to tell you about stars and pools
but you wouldn't have understood
i wanted to know what you looked like
in midnight moonlight
i wanted to know what thoughts haunted you
and which ones kept you sane
but you wouldn't have told me
when i let in the light i saw it
it wasn't you or me
we were perfect
it was these walls
we tried to hold our love inside these walls
but it was so much bigger than that
we needed a whole world
to hold our love
stars and pools
just weren't good enough
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...