Now, you say he loves you,
Of course he loves you,
But how fair is it,
If I loved you first?
Depression,
Obsession,
Aggression,
Oppression,
Of these thoughts and feelings.
No, I do not love him,
He is just a tent,
In a forest that is you.
I just want protection,
From your depths.
For, I am afraid,
If I were to wander too far,
I would never return.
My, my, my,
You are not my,
Rainy girl.
You are named,
Merely by someone who cannot,
Describe you.
However, I would never,
Label you.
You are who you are,
And whatever you are,
You are lovely.
Do not ever let his absence,
Make you question yourself.
Ah, what am I thinking?
Shoelaces, I am,
You tangle my conscious up,
Until my words are in knots,
In my throat.
Never apologize,
for your storms.
Because, dear,
I love the rain.
Once again,
Due to your steady showers,
The Riiver's are flooded,
Just as my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Lillies and Ghosts
PoetryPoems for the young, the restless, or the mad. These are my words to you, always and forever~