can i go back and tell you to forgive yourself
can i see you smile once more
and though i'm trying my best from falling too deep
i know i can't save myself from the fall
and peacefully i descend
to the pits of the afterworld
will i see your smile again
will you let me hold you
or shall you swat my hand away
and fawn over your misery
crumble down the walls that hold you in there
i know you can, should i lend a hand
will you let me?
i know you are there listening
i can see your eyes graze at the back of my neck
you hate me don't you
you loathe my existence
and how dependent you are on it
doesn't it feel so gray
it feels like the static white noise
sounds like the erratic heartbeat
the sweaty palms of a busy child
waiting to finish its little project
so it can present the amazing otherworldly creation
that is under construction right below its shaky hands
i know your smile from a decade ago
had you ever let your cheeks rest my dear
weren't you ever so lively
even on a dull day
no it wasn't blinding
it was a soft glow
too faint to be noticed
but it felt like it would never fade
oh how i wish it didn't
but it did
and i'm happy that happened
i know the grief finally surfaced
you can see it now can't you
the ghouls, they are here
surprisingly they don't wanna harm you
their presence is radiant
however radiantly dark
they are engulfed in smoky films of light
the wait is finally over, they purr
i know your heart is trembling isn't it
oh i can assure you you need not fret
now that you finally are able to see them
its not as dangerous facing them as it would be hiding from them
you're here right
see you are here you havent retreated
although your limbs feel too frail to support you
and your voice is crumbling
i can see you take it on
with a heart so brave
i wonder if you see yourself how i see you
right now you have the face of a person ready to fight
although your spirit is cracking
that is beautiful
as beautiful as being alive
precisely, having a reason to be alive
i miss you and your frail heart
frail enough to offer love
frail enough to follow what your heart spoke of
frail enough to care to trust
frail indeed
i miss you and although you are right here
i will maybe miss your frail heart for eternity
and the love you harbored for everything
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I'm fashionably late to loving myself
PoetryThe world would be dull if love, poetry, admiration, zeal, passion, and romance wouldn't lace each strand of our heavenly web. I spill my heart on this one love letter to the entire humanity. In a faint voice though, soft enough to hear only when yo...