Separation Anxiety Driven Realization [redacted]

 The Fog hasn’t even

settled on the last 

conversation we had, but

yet my eyes had

already dried of tears

but I still want 

to hear your voice.

The only problem is

that I’ve fallen head

                       heels

for you, but you’ve

convinced me I’m wearing 

sneakers in a game 

of chase to

hunt you.

Easier to catch you

with my dear.

I will run as 

fast as I can

to catch you, but 

at the end of the day how

can I catch you if

I can barely catch

my breath, I guess

that the cat & mouse gig

applies to love and but

I didn’t catch a 

a glimpse of the description

of the part that I’m supposed to play;

supposed to play, what  sounds like a job!

What certified me for this potion?

What role am I,

because if you said pray &

I am the mouse

cause you would have 

fooled me unless you’re

cheese with legs.  

So even in the 

deeper metro metaphorical

sense I’m

still chasing after you

so this mind

as well be

a genderswapped telling of Cinderella,

but nothing I do

can stop you from

running away from me

at the chime of noon.

I say that I refuse to chase you,

but I am an anxious

hopeless romantic & I’m used

___to being the princess.___

The one needed saving

but  only you don’t need

saved, you only need 

the princess to admit  voice

that without you, she

did not have a 

pivotal role in the 

storyline of the fairytale.

AND I am not a princess. AND

I’m the one who’ll

fall

in

love

write a poem about

writing a poem about you

hoping you’ll find me 

through the words

of the poem;

the words of the poem created a poem that was

meant for you. Then

Maybe I can accept the fact  I can’t say

I love you, but

I can fight for you

write it down; type it out on page

until you read it

until you  feel it.

Glory of Love

 It's noon and the sun is at its peak for the day.

The sun is shining high above the earth.

Kissing the hilltop I am resting and had found refuge on.

The sun's rise provides me with warmth,

though the warmth and rest weren't what I set out to find.

The clouds are big and full

painted almost like artwork on the wide blue sky.

The sweet summer wind blows

making shapes in the clouds

creating entertainment for those who'll watch it.

Gale blows holding birds by the wing

from place to place almost like a nurturing mother

holding the hand of her child

making sure they're safe.

The birds are singing.

Melodies their own form of communication, but to me nature puts on a live orchestra,

the trees appear to dance to the music,

blades of grass almost look like wind chimes.

As I lay in a bed made from grass and dandelions,

I did not set out for a bed to lay down on,

I did not set out to attend a live concert or

an art gallery today.

For today

upon this hilltop

my soul awaits eagerly.

Time is ticking down

as the day passes me by,

lingering here and there,

keeping me company

like an old friend

before going on their way.

But this company

does not achieve my goals.

This company

is not what I've been waiting to find.

It only reminds me of what I want.

For before you

finally arrived

there would have been 

No One

who's worth the motionless and shallow wait.

My heart destined

for the one,

the only one.

You, my love is

a glorious summer sunbeam

to my heart

that's been trapped

in winter by the world.

For to you, I'm a plant

that needs your natural affection to exsist.

As I absorb

the water and the light

of your love

I blossom like a sunflower and dance

with gratitude to you,

because of you

I will never wither.

Everything I show

weakness in,

you show strength,

while in retrospect

I am your mirror opposite

showing strength in

the reflection of your weakness.

Therefore we make each other whole.

Upon this pleasant day

I lay awake in this bed of dandelion quietly and full of excited ponder

for you gracefully ready for your arrival.

And yet

I have still to bloom, but

when I finally see you

my heart will flutter

almost as if a butterfly taking off for the first time.

For as we fly in the heavens, above the darkness and the gloomy clouds

that casts mischievous shadows upon the earth.

We'll see nothing, but beauty

When I look into your eyes,

the gental twilight twinkling like stars will set my soul and I free.

For the might I just be,

might just be allowed to live and thrive above restrictive expectations.

I am Running

Right now my lungs and I

are barely coinciding.

The air,

just out of reach of my lungs

teasing them.

I refuse to let them

give into the foolish temptation and 

allowing them to make

breathing accessible for me 

right now and leaving the illusion we're already won.

I am running

into a new year,

new me,

new realizations.

My body and I are at odd.

My body

it wants to rest, but 

I refuse to lose

any momentum,

I see a mountain just in my line of vision.

My inner thighs

could start a fire

with all the having;

all the the friction caught

just between my legs.

I want to harvest that friction;

have it travel down my legs,

into the soul of my feet.

I see a mountain approaching

I have come too far not to scale

that mountain like a staircase.

So far right now

there will be no such thing as rest.

I am running.

I am running at top speed and 

even if you tried you could not catch me.

No net could hold me.

No freak of nature or from your neck of the wood

can stop me.

The only way

to get out of this

Labyrinth is fast and straight.

So get...Get out of my way.

I've told you,

I am running.

I am running and 

the old years

old pains, old problems, mistakes, happenstance, old ex's,

old traits, old memories

blow back like a wind.

I am running and this wind 

is going to get me over this mountain,

over these obstacles,

over these expectations and 

norms society convinced itself it was kind to gift.

I am running.

I am running.

I am running and

I will tell my tired body,

my weirry lungs,

my stiff back when

I've finally arrived to 

my destination.