If I were to count every poem I wrote about you,
I wonder how many they would be.
Every night when insomnia is a lost traveller
who cannot leave because he has nowhere to sleep.
So we spend the night together conversing, showing each other
the poems we've written.
All because of you.
I wonder if you ever read them.
If you love the way I weave these haunting thoughts into letters;
letters into words,
words into lines,
lines into poetry.
Though sometimes they never turn into poems.
Sometimes they lay like scattered puzzle pieces on a board,
like deliberate grains of sand
waiting to be made into sandcastles.
In every poem I write about you,
I ask the skies to lend me her brilliance.
No not the stars--
they quiver when I ask.
Instead I ask for her ability to make darkness
so comfortable to gaze upon.
How she's compassionate enough
to let a thousand shadows have time to rest their flimsy, frail lifeforms.
All so I can write about you.
In the end, I think the poems I write about you
are the most beautiful;
Because love poems may hurt
when you read them again.
But you, you never leave me.
And I wonder if that's a bad thing.
YOU ARE READING
Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
