Meet me in the Middle

May 15, 2017
By Anonymous

You drink to remember but I’m only drinking you to forget
That doesn’t make your touch any less soft and it doesn’t make your kiss any less sweet
Haunting memories take over my head on repeat like a scratched record you loved too much to throw out
Hold me close so I won’t fall apart like your grandmother’s broken china

Sing me tainted lullabies to distract me from the ache in my head
That has been growing for the past 5 years and counting
I’m done counting the years and I’m done counting the scars
Instead let me count the freckles that speckle your skin
An angel’s kiss, an angel’s last gift
Before you were torn from the heavens
Your only true home

You ask me where I'm from
And for a moment I consider lying
Because Hellfire is still on the back burner of my brain
I tell you that I am from those moments in the great gondola ride
Where the water in my head was not dissimilar from the landscape
When I thrust my soiled hands into the river styx and tried to reclaim old dreams of yore
That moment flashes behind closed lids every time I shut my eyes
It was where I was made and it is where I will die

The author's comments:

This poem is about when someone too special, too wholesome loves you with all of their heart and you wonder why.

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