I confide in the wind
and tell it's icy mass that
I miss you
allowing its strong body
of powerful gusts to
whisper it in your ear
because I'm far too afraid
to tell you myself
and when I don't get a whisper back
I shout those three words again
and again
and again
until they leave permanent scars
embedded in its gale
I miss you
my cheeks are bruised and reddened
I miss you
my eyes force out tears to comfort my scrapes
I miss you
my lips are purpled and chapped
I miss you
splitting apart like the tendrils
of our friendship
rooting us together
the wind has stopped holding my words
crippled by their syllables
aching from their agony
they reminded me of a time
when your words lulled me to sleep one night
my eyes too overcome by nyctophilia
to notice your chapped purpled lips
and reddened cheeks
and unlike the wind
you've stopped holding on
a while ago
even though it pains me to admit it
maybe my words did more damage than good
maybe holding on
hurts more
than letting go
-ken m 2/17/20
to a friend who will forever remain in my heart
even though our bond has to come to an end
I hope I can immortalize it through my writing
that I can one day look back on
when my soul reaches the stars
maybe in another light year
we will form a constellation again
but for now
if your'e reading this
I'm sorry
YOU ARE READING
a promenade of feeling
Poesía"I know I'll find you on the cusp of breaking" 8/24/19 {trigger warning- this book mentions suicide, abuse, and drug use}
