Thursday, April 7, 2011

The Get Go


I was wrong about you
I thought you'd come after me
and tell me that I was worth it all

That I could be your insides
like you were mine

That you would wake up first,
and then watch me sleep
like I did each morning

I wished you needed to touch my eyelids
and protect them from sorrow,
the way I covered yours

That you would not walk so far ahead
and that you would look back at my face
and that you would put your foot down,
like I have

Just not here,
and just without breaking anything more

I didn't want you to mend these fissures,
you were always doing jobs that didn't belong to you

1 comment:

  1. Sometimes we don't appreciate the things that are closest to.

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