saphcee
In the hot indian summer
you're my one true pursuit
and i'll search forever
until i find a place
next to you
We are not alike and
I am not a pattern
I am not your pattern
or your routine
I fiddle with chaos
but through your eyes
straight lines
We are not geometric
Trapped and uncreative
I searched for meaning in you
and painted your love
Your sunlight
Still peaks
Through me
When I'm weak
And I'd move
The trees aside
To see you
Glisten through
My veins again
Her walk used to be brisk as my tiny feet would stumble behind her
She wanted to explore and I wanted to hide and stay inside
Now she stumbles in her old age and I'm left to
Gracefully carry myself in a lonely brisk walk the way she did
I was suicidal before you
And you distracted me
Blinded me
Carried me
And all along
I thought I had gotten better
When in fact
I was worse
I was confused
I couldn't see
And I couldn't walk on my own two feet
I was suicidal before
And after you
Ive never had a routine
That could fit a love
Like yours
And I'm sorry
I won't go
Changing.