I love you
If I have fifteen years
or fifteen minutes
left to my life,
I’d use them to promise you
how terribly much
I love you.
Yes, you,
behind the screen,
wondering who I’m writing about.
It’s you,
It has always been,
and always will be, about you.
I wanted so much more than this.
I wanted to taste Alaska’s
Aurora Borealis.
I wanted to raise my palms up
and let it stain the tips
of my fingers.
And I wanted to bleed it into ink
so that I could share it
with you.
I wanted us to hold the world together,
to let the sunlight sleep softly atop
our cheeks on a Summer’s day.
I wanted to keep
the Autumn leaves
between the pages of my poetry,
that way you’d know
that nothing truly
has to fall away.
I wanted time to promise you
how deeply I have loved
your imperfections.
I wanted to profess my heart
and bury it in the sound
of your name.
Do you see why
I have wanted to go
to the salt flats in Utah?
They say when it rains
the flats reflect the skies and this
is how we could have held the horizon.
We’d stand on the borderline
between heaven and Earth
and I’d be with you,
And all at once, all at once,
our tears would have
a purpose at last.
We could hold the sky
against our palms
and understand
why it was that Atlas
must bear the world
atop his shoulders.
I wanted so much more than this.
But if I have fifteen years,
or fifteen minutes,
I’d use every last breath
to promise you, darling,
that I love you.
Always.
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Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart
PoetryJust some thoughts and poems and things that spill freely from the techno-coloured abyss of my mind. Enjoy...