Busy being peaceful

If I could decide
who and
What I wanted to be
I'd be you

because you have this uncanny ability
of turning grey skies blue
and whispering words of hope
to those lost
beneath waves
who are too busy staring up at the moon
to realise they're drowning
in an ocean that won't let them go
when they die.

I want to wake every morning to painfully blue skies
I want to feel the light burning my eyes
and say-

"Hey, babe
things aren't the same;
I miss being held.
I think someone smart once proved
you can't hold yourself
the same as someone else."

Now the stars hold you
because you were too beautiful to be one of us

you held my heart in your palms
but, when you left
you pressed it to my chest
and told me that nobody would ever know
it had been missing
because my beauty comes from words
thought
not felt

my beauty is faithless

Your smile was so sweet
it rotted my flesh.
I begged you- just say yes
but instead, you said you'd get back to me

and left.

I always believed God to be dead
(or missing)
but who else would take those
too young to die
and hold them, above cerulean skies
where the sun never shines
for people who feel lost between the lines
and know that life
life is not a sport

I do not beat you if I live longer
because I could never spread my wings
like you spread yours

I can never be you
because you never got the chance
to do any of the things you'd wanted to do

you told me to hold on to life
You told me to hold it,
told me never to fold it or keep it in my pocket

because even if things get tough,
I should scream my lungs from rooftops.

You told me love doesn't burn
it doesn't explode in flowers and sparkles
it fizzes, and it fizzes fast
so I'd better be quick to catch it.

You told me words mean nothing
but I know that's not true
I know I can weave words in ways that make people cry
words can create wounds
words can heal them
words can echo in your mind, a reminder
of something you once loved

but these words,
these are for the time we spent together
for the times when things were hard
but you just held my hand and told me to stand up to the things that hurt
for when you rocked in my arms, begging me to hold you tighter
things were lighter then.

I will not let you be forgotten
I will not let you slip through cracks in my mind
because, now my heart holds you
and with every thump against my ribs
your memory lives again

by BreeBree
posted on 07/25/2011

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