The more I stare at your lips the more I convince myself I am undeserving of such perfection.
Because in this alternate life
We both make it.
I see that strength is available to those who dig deeper.
We wrote our pages
We kept writing our story
This poem will not absolve me of all my sins or even scrub me clean but I am turning the faucet on
It’s feeling sorry for myself every night and mourning your loss every morning. It’s remembering that you exist but you’re not mine.
But even so, you continue to shout, hoping that one day, your voice would finally be heard
I remember all the things you said to me, all the promises and unfortunately all the lies.
My emotions allow me to tap into the inner being inside
The one who has ALWAYS known what she wants
Maybe the open sky isn’t as scary as you thought
Maybe with me, you could finally fly and feel the freedom of it
See through the thick clouds and witness the tangerine sunset