A Poem That's Been On My Mind

This poem was born from words torn out....because sometimes whatever is a hell of a lot easier to say.....

the Rare Poet

Separated Pages

for Marlese

I am the boy that your heart warned you about getting close to

you’re the girl mine told me to never chase after

together, we are inextinguishable fire

but maybe that is our disaster

you see, too often, we just let it burn

I love licking your irrational flames

and you just want to melt into me

but there’s a kindling that is missing

and I learned this long ago

all fires left unattended eventually

go out

and so now, I’m too consumed

and you’re too consumed

to let sparks flicker and fade, so we

torture ourselves trying

like two wet sticks

we rub together the hopes we made

oblivious that the fire keeps dying

because while feelings may not change

the possibility stretches thin

when thoughts of impending miles

make confused hearts start to panic

we run out of words

due to the realistic fear that

if there was anything left to say, we would have already said it

we would have already found a way

out of no way, to make this make some sense

instead of awkward hearts

clutching fragile dreams, or frightened ones running away

from the unseen

and it’s a shame

because you were so beautiful, when I

stretched across your axis

and yet you think forgetting will be easy for me

I’ve just had way too much practice

so I scream, a bit more gracefully

and I regret, a lot less open

take all the time I can to soak in your smile

and all the while, keep hoping

that beneath the heart that flutters

there’s an uncaring colder than late December

that coiled within your tender hands

is an unclaimed spot that I can’t enter

that behind those lovely eyes I stared at often

there exists an iron will

just in case, when it’s all said and done for real

it breaks your heart

to remember

that I am the boy your heart warned you about getting close to