Can beauty come out of ashes?
Can we build a home up wind of the flames,
Can I repurpose your name on my tongue,
Turn it into a song,
Because maybe then it would hurt a little less as it bleeds through my lips,
Maybe melodies mix better with heart break than broken memories do,
I write about you constantly now,
Hoping to somehow capture my pain behind bars of ink and page,
Hoping my rhymes can punch hard enough to knock you clean out of my mind,
But baby punchlines can't quite hit past the margins of heart break,
Sure when you fire them into a crowd you can make the crowd move but they just can't move me over you,
Maybe I just can't get over you through a bridge of words when words were the very instruments you used to break me,
Can beauty come out of the ashes?
Because if so,
Then maybe it's okay that I still love you,
Maybe it's okay for the glass to yearn for the floor it once shattered upon,
Maybe there is love held in wreckage,
A hint of joy in the stories of broken bones,
Maybe blood looks better on a blade of steel than it does in a beating heart,
Maybe when you steal a heart it will always beat for you,
Because I know my heart still beats for you,
In fact you robbed it of every other function,
I have become a disfunctional mess without you,
I miss you,
I miss everything about you,
Actually the things I miss the most about you are the things I hated most about you,
Because your imperfections were some of the things I loved most about you,
How could someone be so imperfect yet so beautiful?
You redefined what it means to be beautiful,
You showed me a world beneath your beautiful,
Sure your weather was unstable,
But it was only when your seasons began to change that everything began to fall apart,
I was your summer time romance and pretty soon you began to crave for winter and all the snow men and all the sculptures of ice that I could never build you,
Pretty soon all the dreams I had for us began to fade beneath the lingering sunset,
Then summer was gone and when winter came we were but a memory,
I often wonder if you still remember me,
The man you left searching for beauty in the ashes you left behind.
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Love: A Journey
PoésieThis is a poetic journey of love. A story that takes you through all the many bumps in the road. All the ups and downs, every folk in the road. From start to finish. From the perspective of a hopeless romantic trying to keep his belief in the proces...
