I can't always say what I want to say, but I can think what I want to think.
Right now I'm thinking about us, sitting in a large majestic forest at the top of a tree. The birds are giving off a slight hum like the beat of a drum. Sitting up so high that if we fell we would surely die. However, we are both holding on so tight that it's safe and secure. I think of us a lot. Going on adventures off in an isolated forest somewhere. It's our favorite place to go so I thought it seemed perfect. Climbing trees and looking down over everything. We'd make a home there, for you and me. Not even the bees would bug us, they'd let us be. We could be happy and alone together and we could do as we damn well please. Don't worry love, I'm not freaking out I promise. Although my head is still pounding and my eyes feel as though they're drowning in invisible tears I'm holding on for us. I've been feeling weak, almost fell to my knees earlier, but I sat myself up and swore not to give up. I took a couple of naps today, try as I may, and actually slept. Still thought of us though. I wish that we could live like the characters of our stories. Magical creatures who go off on glorious adventures without having to be weary of what everyone else sees, just me being me and you being you. One day it'll be like that with our perfect imperfections and all of our problems rolled into a world together. It could be just for us. I'm awaiting the day when I see you at club, the day when my heart is finally given up to you. And we get to be in the world that we both want to be. You and me. It'll happen, I'll make sure of that.
I'm glad to be your warrior and that you are my knight, because together we will fight side by side.
Let me be part of that war, because I want to be the key to our fantasy world. Whether it's off on an isolated island of forests or a different dimension like the ones that we create. Through our work which we will start as soon as we possibly can. Or just a room with me and you. Talking and telling stories and sharing secrets that we've never told anyone and being happy and feeling free. That's the world for you and me.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoesíaA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.