Let it drip from your fingertips;
Let the words reveal your thoughts.
Never let the silence win
When printed voice has fought.
Your heart will drive the story,
But your head will push it through.
Veins pump with pure emotion;
It’s what you’re born to do.
It all starts when the clouds roll in—
Jumbled thoughts, shading paper and pen.
Thunder crashes/sentences forming…
Flashing ideas, and your moment begins.
Drizzled wording, windy whispers;
Phrases soften to the paper.
Now, your fingertips are raining;
Sometimes, hours before they taper.
Final raindrops/edits written;
Storms are passing as pen is set down.
Outside the sun may be shining,
But you’re best making paper drown.
Love comes in many forms, it seems.
For, our hearts are stained with red.
And, every way it pulls at you
Will get inside your head.
Love plasters a smile to faces,
Only to rain on the tears.
True love cannot be fleeting;
It’ll pull at you for years.
And love, it can be dangerous.
It yields the power to kill.
It’ll test at your moralities,
Things you never said you will.
Love will write the ground rules
‘Cause you can’t just quit the game.
Love will make you doubt yourself;
Love will place the blame.
But, if you make it out alive;
If you both survive the fall—
You’ll smile together, standing hand-in-hand…
For, love was worth it all.
I saw the way you looked at me
Before your eyes turned down.
I heard the quiver in your voice
Before its steadied sound.
I read your hesitation
Before your quickened pace.
I felt the extra seconds
Of your “casual” embrace.
You’ve learned to cover feelings
And tie them down with steel.
But, as long as your heart beats for me,
Neither one of us will heal.
I’m still here, my soul shouted.
Though my light has grown dim.
I’m that thought in your head,
The emotional whim.
I’m still here, all but whispered…
That girl you once knew,
Meshed together with dreams we felt sure we’d once do.
I’m still here, I reminded.
All the crazy risks embraced.
Tell me I’m not the only one.
Who hasn’t forgotten the taste.
Those years we welcomed chaos
For the lives we chose carefree.
All the pacts we made to stay intact
And results we’d never see.
The fire burning heartbreaks,
The string of harsh regret.
All the nightmares we refused to see
From the very day we met.
So I’ll safe-keep our chaos
And every chance we took.
I’ll remember how we planned and dreamed
And how our future looked.
I’ll even bank the downfall
And every single tear.
I’ll record it all inside these words
As we waste away the years.
Now, this is why I’m shouting;
This is why I’m lost.
Those memories are agony,
And their keeper pays the cost.
I can’t hear you in the morning,
When routine cuts our embrace.
The silence is overwhelming,
As I’m left here in this place.
Your texts take time to check on me,
But the day’s tasks drown them out.
And, as the hours tick away
Your absence welcomes doubt.
So, love me a little louder
Than the ring of our alarm.
Wrap your arms around me tighter,
Till I know I’m safe from harm.
Kiss me a little longer
Before you shut the door.
You’ll remind me I’m important too,
And what we’re working for.
Text me a lot more often;
Fill the void with sweeter words.
And, as the day unfolds itself…
Be the only thing I heard.
Up far too early,
And down much too late.
She greets the constant pressure
To keep it all straight.
Sparkling space for living,
Meals personally prepared.
The demand is her composure
Through the wear and the tear.
The kids are all cared for
While, as always, duteous wife.
No rest is in sight now,
For this is her life.