beautiful girl, i loved you
and the way you almost never spoke a word
but everything you said was lasting poetry
and keeps guarded in a certain corner of my mind
darling boy, i love you too
and the choices you make tonight are not
(not)
that important, i promise
parent/guardian mother i promise too
that i am not
(not)
that far gone my boat is still afloat
in this harbor not
(not)
sailing away yet
but see this escape i found is one-way only i
guess so some things don't matter i
guess? i guess i'm doing some
body wrong i
guess these scars match his bruises i
hope because i wanted to i
guess i started to try i
guess? that the moments i replay day
after day darken not brighten i
guess?
3 comments:
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dear kerri, that poem was just what i wrote in a fit of rage and it was all i needed to say, so i felt better immediately after writing about it. it is my way of flipping out without actually flipping out. love, riley.
p.s. i should be saying the same to you, e.g. this poem.
naw, i wasn't creeped out. i just figured you were being a creeper like me. (:
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