You,
My love,
Are the split second
When the clock turns
To midnight
And the new year begins.
You are the moment
When the ball hovers
A millimeter above the ground.
You are the end
Of who I was
And the beginning
Of who I am.
You are where
I leave behind
My shame
My fears
The shadows of my past.
You know that they
Will not be cast off
So easily,
But you are patient.
You are the song
Of the full moon
Shining down
Upon my midnight.
The softest,
Gentlest light,
Sweet lyrics flowing
From your tongue.
You are my midnight
And all the moments beyond.
YOU ARE READING
Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
