We used to say how terrible it was that we were just over the mountains from each other. So close yet so far. A trip that could be cut hours short if this stupid mountain would just move. Do you remember that? Us cursing that mountain for simply existing?
When we first be, before we came home to each other every night, when hours kept us apart, all we cared about was reaching the other side of the mountain. The winding roads my red line back to you. Following until we hold each other once again.
Those god damn mountains. Stupid hunks on rock. The most annoying obstacle. Keeping me from the one thing I want more than anything in this world.
I would have scaled those mountains. My cheeks wind burnt, my fingers frostbitten. I would have weathered the harsh winters, trudging through feet of snow. One foot after the other for over five hundred miles.
I would have driven eight hours alone in a blizzard just to kiss you. To spend one hour with you wrapped in my arms. Your body pressed to mine.
I would have faced any conditions to be able to hold you, even for a moment.
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My Head's Above Water
PoetryLosing the one you thought you'd have forever will really put things into perspective. Life and death, love and hate, the old and the new. Lay back and relax, we're getting over a heartbreak one miserable poem after the other.
