A poem that describes loves high points, and low points. |
I remember standing in the corner Of my grandparents yard Staring up at just one piece Of an endlessly blue sky White wisps of clouds Shifting, twirling, and dancing across The lengths of an immense stage. I remember the Valentines Day on the dim lit dance floor The crowd of people’s faces all blending into one The two of us sneaking outside Your warm, hard body Pressing against my cold, shivering and frightened one The smell of your old leather jacket As our lips found each others for the first time. I remember the sky becoming dark The angry thunder clouds blocking the sun The blinding flash of lightening The booming clap of thunder Rain flooding the ground around us We decided not to be the losers who kissed in the rain Instead we lost ourselves and played in it. I remember the argument in the parking lot My car door slamming The screech of my tires as I peel out Cars flying by as I sped past them Tears streaming from my eyes Down my checks, The heartache of losing you. I remember the pain My inability to cope with it The burning feeling as I stuck the needle Into my flesh The thick, red blood as it pooled From my arms after I the drug the razor across The misplaced self-destruction. I remember the old cracked and warped pier The boards creaking as I walked to its edge And I looked up at the same sky I use to, Glowing orange and red with the sunset It was a different part of the sky A different part of my life, but still of the same whole And I prayed for help. |