if i ever push you away,
i don' t really mean to.
when i tell you i don' t want to talk about it
i do, i am just looking for the right words.
give me a minute, and if i can tell you; i will.
i try to be a struggling mix of real and
perfect at the same time.
at the moment,
i am working on the ratio.
when i get really quiet sometimes
it is because i have too much to say
i have thought of too many things to tell you
all at once
and i don' t know what to say first.
i get immaturely jealous of anyone
who gets to see you on a daily basis.
i miss you really easily.
but i also like that we can be
a p a r t
and we are both okay. space is good, too.
i love the way we love some of the
same things. and i love how
we love entirely different things.
my head is a complicated pile of thoughts,
and fears, and cravings, and dreams,
and this tangled up nostalgia for the
past and, somehow, the future.
i am flawed and i am human and i am broken and
i am trying. and i am one person and i am two
hands and i am one heart.and i love you.
and i am so glad you are here.
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...Remember this.
Sometimes you have to let other people say what you mean.
Sometimes that can be the hardest thing in the world.
This time, though...
I love this a lot.
ReplyDeleteAw. A lovely thing, this.
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to tell everyone that this work was actually written by none other than Scarlet Eskew. She is a very talented girl who lies to write things like this from time to time, but unfortunately many internet users have thought it would be alright to post her work in places without crediting her. A simple google search of the first few lines of this poem will justify my claim. Nowhere is the actual author listed though. Shame, shame. Next time it's as simple as putting a "by, (author name)" Just do the right thing next time guys.
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