And it wasn’t like before.
It wasn’t like I didn’t know what I was walking into
I knew what happened before
I’m not being careless
I just can’t help it
My heart learned how to dance,
over glass and over clouds
And if I get that rush again,
I don’t care what happens next.
I’m not leaving again.
It may have been the way he looked at me
Or the way he said my name
Maybe it was the way he pushed me
to think smarter and faster
Or the way he took my breathe
All I know is, I’m not leaving again
Don’t call me stupid
Don’t think I’m naiive
Yes, I’ve thought all the bad before
I’ve thought of all that could go wrong
Hell, I flinched, waiting for it to come
But it didn’t.
So don’t call me stupid
Don’t think I’m naiive
If this is wrong to you, I’d hate to be right
To me, this is breathing
To me, this is music
To me, this is light
And if this is a cliffs edge,
And if I take a step forward and fall
At least I’m finally flying
Because if it’s him, it’s worth it
And it wasn’t like this before
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Moon Willows Tantrums
PoesiaPeople know me as someone who speaks. They have never heard my poetry. Because that is where I scream.