EDC13 TICKET GIVEAWAY!! I bought my ticket this morning but at the same time my buddy bought me another ticket as a birthday present. Follow me, like this, reblog. I’ll pick a winner on February 27.
I lose myself in every memory of you with bread crumbs attached to it, hoping that whenever I am lost I would simply follow your crumbs until we are on the same trail. I find that missing part of me whenever we lock eyes. I feel the deadbolt on my rib cage and your name on the padlock you’ve latched onto my heart whenever you are next to me. Love, is the reason why I wake up in the morning. See I would love you by the second, I would ask father time if he would reverse the hands of a clock just so I can love you all over again, or maybe flip h(our)glass on its side so I can tell you, “I will treasure you until the last grain falls, this is how long I will love you for.” Just so I can be with you a little longer than forever. I promise I will break for you daily. Hunt for your smile in every night terror nightly. I will love you with my eyes closed just so I can tell you how blind love is, then write our story in braille just to prove it to you. I promise I will give you my heart, my thoughts, and my soul, this world will get the rest of me. I promise that I will love you with my shoe laces tied together so I can fall for continuously. I promise, that I will love you like it was the only reason why I am here.
I imagine that I would burrow my face into your neck as if you were a freezer on a hot day. Inhale you till it burned, until I’m high off your presence.Then exhale slowly as if I was a marksman with you as my perfect shot.
We were close but now I’m lost. You’re moving to fast with your heart as the cost. You speak so highly but the words are low. You never want to hear the shit I know. But it’s good, I swear it is. I’m trying to protect you, shield you from the bad. Make you aware with the experiences I’ve had. But…
I want to, wipe the kisses off my lips, delete the memories and listen to my Moma’s tips.
“Don’t ever let your heart go boy, it’ll never be the same.”
So I sit back, relax, and hope that all is okay. But the only hope I see was never what it was cut out to be.
She is a battered rooftop that leaks tile filtered raindrops. Dripping out her every flaw like a broken faucet and when she cries her tears are like freshly cut onions that a chef would never want to see wasted. To me she only needs confidence, confidence that fills the cracks of her insecurities. And when her concrete blocks are filled and patted down, I’ll walk up to her doorstep. Knock like an eager child. And ask her if she’d like to come out and play. She gives me that play ground love that makes me feel like a child all over again. She smiles like the pacific ocean and I just want to drink the sunlight in her lips.
She is a battered rooftop that leaks tile filtered rain drops. Spewing out her every flaw continuously like a rusty faucet. Only to me she just needs confidence. Confidence that fills in the cracks of her insecurities. And when her concrete blocks are filled and patted down, I’ll walk up to her gates that scream beauty. And wait patiently at it’s doorstep.
So I mess up at 2:45 :T
Majorly inspired by some of my favorite poets.
Poetry Slam, April 13, 2012