Rise of Your Chest

August 30, 2009
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Returning to the room where my fears all began
was the first time I saw you smile, the first time I saw you laugh.
Returning to the spring, were it all began
was a time of weakness, a time I’ll regret.
So instead of waiting for you to come back,
I ran.

Laying on your grave I want to remember anything, but I cant.
Laying on this patch of grass I run back to a time
where your arms were wrapped around me,
Where I could feel your breath on my neck.
And the rise and fall of your chest.

Returning to the room wont feel the same because I know I wont stay after everything has changed.
Returning to the spring wont make anything better because I know I’ll just have to lose you again in the summer.
So instead of waiting for you to come back,
I ran.

Its been so long since I’ve seen your beautiful face.

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AlexanderB said...
Nov. 10, 2009 at 2:44 pm
Wow it seems like you've been through a lot. And i know what's its like to live in darkness. Longing for the past, where things actually made sense. But as the moon floats in the sky so must the sun. And then day will come back to you, if it hasn't already. If it hasn't yet, don't give up and hold onto the past as if it were your suitcase to the future. For what you are today was because of your past.
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