Am I a lost cause?
Am I incapable of love?
Am I hopeless?
Am I even really here?
What is my purpose?
I want love
I want to love the one who loves me
I want to overlook the flaws
That I see.
I want today to be
More important than the past.
I want to look forward, not back
I want to see meaning when I look
In the mirror.
There is a deep screaming cry inside
Resolute, desperate, sure
That says,
I want to know my worth.
I want to know my worth
And nothing matters
So much as this.
I'd hoped you'd be the kind of soul
with whom I could compare notes
the kind who'd never stand me up
when invited to tea.
But if I came to your door,
two or three years hence,
would you even recognize me?
Because now I am warm
and I'm real
I'm full of life
I don't look the same;
the other day an old man
saw me and thought I was a boy
and I grinned
like the fool that I am
always and forever
It was you who taught me
to rhyme "green" with "unnamed"
and "untamed" with "desolate".
I live in the bookshelves,
dusty,
rainy nights I fall asleep
floating among the stars.
I am still so young and unbroken
but I'm no good at letting go.
Yet, if y
Sunflowers and Brick Walls by MelodieRox, literature
Literature
Sunflowers and Brick Walls
You had a chip on your shoulder
from day one.
But you were never empty:
you were warm,
full and vibrant.
You held out your hand to me.
I was little and lost,
and you knew the way.
I was a dreamer,
a drifter,
and we were both so full of life.
I set the nearby tents on fire.
They reduced to a pile of ashes
on the ground,
but I rose with the flames.
I lightened with the smoke,
and I became a sunflower
stretching up into the sky.
All my memories
were left back down on the ground;
I always soar too quickly
and forget what I've left behind
until it comes back to bite me.
You came back to bite me,
a leftover sting
too quickly forgotten
and I
There you were, complete
and fully formed.
You were scraping out
a place for yourself
on the inside
of my skull.
You were beautiful
and cutting
and still you are.
What did I give up on?
My dreams?
A kindred soul, perhaps?
Or the way your eyes
shifted skyward
as you smiled crookedly
star-cast and brilliant.
Did I give up on
poetic ramblings,
blue and defeated?
Did I give up on fame and fortune,
all that I lived for?
Is this sinking feeling
merely the result
of dark music and stale vision?
You were strong and true.
Still you are,
despite your inability
to formulate
a cohesive, witty and philosophical
comment on Twitter.
I named my angels
Worry not,
for you are held
in open arms
as the sky falls into you.
Stare out of the blackness
and see the light
always shining for you
(only you)
for your beaded hair
and hipster glasses
for your camera bag
your pinstripes
and moccasins.
You are the green and the gold
you are my sunrise
and my candle
They say that depth is
a clouded lake
ethereal, untouched
but you are so close
so present, so real
absolute
I could reach out and touch
infinity on the horizon,
I could whisper and you'd hear
when I say
I like everything, everything
about you
that every ladybug goddess
and every leafy green sprite
has been humming about you
that every s
A castle in the sky-
that's where I was
when I looked down from your window.
And I could've learned to dance
with you it seemed easy;
you were my flowers and love songs
you were my raindrops on roses
and I was so high
And all those old songs
that you mourn over,
they're mine now to miss,
and so are the freckles
on the bridge of your nose.
And they say I can trust you
sitting behind me
not to stab me in the back
but that's not what I fear
not at all.
What I fear is that I'll keep wanting
and wishing
and that the pain will not subside
and that I'll become like you-
numb, broken and incomplete.
Those beautiful dreams
that were mine, not o
Still you reply,
confident and well-versed
in quelling fears,
"Forever
and forever,
as long as life
and creation
and conscience persist,
I will be here."
And I believe you
because I can.
I don't want to know
or believe,
not when he
split me
into twelve pieces;
one for you,
one for himself,
one for idealism,
one for romanticism,
one for love,
one for loss,
one for hope,
one for stabbing pain.
Two for being impulsive,
two for being sensitive,
and none for me.