on the days when
i am not myself,
i know you will still be you
when i return,
and what a reassurance that is,
to have someone who
does not turn into the darkness
when you turn your back;
darkness, i used to be
afraid of it ,
then i clothed myself in it
until you reminded me
why i should not be
kept invisible,
that i could be as flammable
as my pain demanded me to be;
pain demands to be felt,
and this i knew
that one evening when
i almost set off our smoke alarm
because it was too soon
for me to combust;
you have set off several
mini explosions within me,
in the form of
me being wordless for weeks,
in the form of
every word i write;
words, damned if i write them
damned if i don't
words, will save us both
if i dare to bleed and if you
dare to dive in without
a backwards glance;
you have been numb,
and too used to carrying
the weight of your insecurities;
let me change that.
- tangents to talk about
- crimsyy
a/n: this is the surprise i was talking about...when i called you a genius...because while you went off on tangents, you inspired me. You inspired a poet! Then again, it's always been like that with you, from the beginning.
And to you reader, i am writing these author notes to a specific someone for this chapter, but as always, thankyou all for reading AND for getting this book to rate #187 in poetry so quickly!
