WaKip
I write about you in my diary
of the kindness, the accidentally
hurtful things you say at times,
the moments of talking where
we laugh so hard we can't breathe
The good, the bad, the everything
the future may not be bright
but in the dark, I can see the
path in front of me, winding;
scary. I may not know where
it leads, but I do know that
there is only forward.
you said those words and I
was more than eager, elated
like a thousand lifetimes of
stress falling off. The boulder
I carry got a bit smaller that day.
it comes and goes like
waves on the shore, a
storm brewing, they
grow taller and taller
until they cover me
completely, sweeping
me away until I only
know the deepest
depths of the sea.
a light in the dark
my menagerie
birds of a feather,
and I hope we always
flock together.
I'll be on my merry way
out of your life forever
and I wonder, oh do I
wonder, if you'll ever
regret it.
....
I sure do.
what is it like to fall?
looking into pools of
blue, the warmth of
your hands, the pink
of your lips. What does
it mean to love?
pull me in, hold me
tight. Keep my interest
as I am such a flighty
creature, I need you to
keep sparking the fire,
so that we may burn for
years to come.
i'm confused, frustrated
at the end of the line and
I keep inching back. I feel
the wind; no wall to back
into. No bounds to stop
this spiral.
I am my own worst enemy.
there's a balance to be
struck, the tightrope
between creativity and
burnout; a match lit from
both ends.
I don't know when to stop.
load more entries