Wherever I Go
Carry me back
To those times when we
Would chase after sunsets
And breathe in the breeze.
To car rides and whispers
As you took the wheel,
Told me your stories,
And I fell asleep.
Long talks on your steps,
And short walks to mine.
Sun-kissed and so adept
At blurring the lines.
Never reading the same page,
Always pointed opposite ways.
But we laughed about it
All the same.
Back to those days
The days when I
Would watched you change
And grow to be
The one I believed.
Who helped me see,
The one who still
Protected me.
Who didn’t stay angry
And held my hand
Kept it from hanging,
And taught me to stand.
Somehow we knew
Though I’d never say
That things just
Weren’t right
They never caught hold.
But You and I,
We’d been born to fight
What we’d been told.
We raced, we struggled,
Wrestled with fate.
And lost ourselves in losing
That unfair, foolish game.
You needed the freedom
To find your own start
And I had found my own.
I couldn’t keep this going, knowing
Our lives were meant to part
And I, in fear,
Said my silent goodbyes,
Before you knew my heart.
I’m so sorry that
I couldn’t be
What you have always
Been for me
So sorry it's taken
So long to say
The things I should
Have, initially.
I could never ask
A thing of you.
For you've already given
Much more than was due.
But if you're still there,
Still watching, just know:
You're always with me
Wherever I go.
Breaking
From that First glance that we both broke
To the first time we spoke.
In broken sentences, tinged with Hope.
The little pieces—those mattered most.
Careful words and Cautious touch,
To keep from breaking each other’s trust.
Then walls caved, their defenses aflame.
Whose fire soon broke through both of us.
You told me that you'd never break.
And you were right, at my expense.
Did you speak for lying's sake,
Just promise for my heart’s content?
I would have given every last yard
Left my haven, Put down my guard
But all you gave were broken starts
And broken keys to padlock hearts.
I love you
Somewhere in between
The switch from thought to speech
A sieve, a sponge, a trap
Steals meaning from this mouth.
And though the witt exists,
The sentiment persists,
No words will ever span
What needs to be let out.
