Sunday, November 1, 2015

you were

you were the anticipation to a cancelled party
you were the image on the postcard, recolored and retouched
you were the breath and the whisper of a handsome stranger
you were the fabricated, idealized idea of a boy
you were the wishful thinking of a teenager
you were the intoxicated warmth of liquid courage
you were the afterthought to a night of sadness
you were the cavalier smile hazed by blurry vision
you were the long drive home after a loss
you were the chest pains of unrequited love
you were the glowing window in the dead of night
you were the polite wave when they let you go first at the stop sign
you were the embodiment of all they wanted you to be
you were the suppressed eccentricity of your truth
you were the empty promises of sober thoughts spilling out as drunken words
you were the ellipses to a sentence in which I was the subject
you were the keeper of closure that you held out of reach above me
you were the vessel of destructive power with a lack of responsibility
you were the confusion of mixed signals and interrupted messages
you were the anger and the rage of a maddening love
you were the silent eyes on a melancholy man
you were the one to empty "love of my life" into the darkness
you were the notion that being young is a curse
you were the dust trail of a speeding car leaving town
you were the heart that my heart adored
you were the boots that trampled my body in a dazed rush
you were the prayers of a desperate, broken soul
you were the tears of an unbearably lonely child
you were the swirling of coffee and cream before the mug shattered
you were the set of eyes resembling that brew
you were the ending to a story never started
you were the protagonist caught in the middle
you were the king of a castle meant for two
you were the night sky with only the North Star visible
you were the boy who changed the way I saw the world
you were the teenager who only held my hand to keep yours from fumbling
you were the mystery of blind fascination and a furiously beating heart
you were the familiar hug after weeks of fighting over nothing
you were the refusal to take a dare to kiss me because it wasn't fair
you were the ugly side of someone unsure of how to feel
you are the thoughts stuck in my head ten years later

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