I have a mouthful of words
I’m dying to get out.
A fever has been burning acres today.
Ablaze on my skin
I turn to her, oh, she’s already gone.
Left to deal with the treasures
I know exactly which things
I’ll let burn.
The sky is prettier than I imagined,
this crimson burning in my eyes
I swear it can’t last much longer.
The clock drags its fingers across
and I can’t even begin to tell you
what so many people forgot today.
The love in the air though,
fills all the other voids.
Our special handful
they’re the ones who know
how to spend those meaningful hours
on the colored pages
we so easily flip through.
Piles of feelings get all bunched up
damming my mind
flooding the reasons why
I was thankful today was beautiful.
Unanswered or otherwise
I’m all choked up inside
try and remember why
poetry is the missing piece of me.
Everything else is easily seen,
but not this,
and you should have known better
than forget what time the sun rose today.
The choice to peek was easy at first
half squinting, still you looked,
the sun being so easy and abundant,
just giving away perfect skin
until everything changes
a permanent dark spot appears
in the field of your vision
it’s the price now.
Who cares though,
there are a million other flowers
that would love to grow
in that field of yours.
Eventually, someone all new and shiny
will act like they’re blind too,
just to sit alongside you,
and tell you how beautiful
you already are.
You’ll listen with a narcissistic stare
acting like you’ve heard none of this before.
Thank goodness though,
a full year of making new memories
it’s something to look forward to.