#dpsubmission

My fingers pluck silent strings in hopes of a sound to block

what I think is the sadness trying to skin me like the layers of

an onion. My teeth draw blood and ooze a liquid I’ve never tasted

nor do I want to taste.

It is a taste that is similar to failure.

My skin feels so loose that I think it would fit better as a suit

rather than something I had come into the world with; my skin should

be tailored better which must mean that there is no God, but then

there is no ‘higher power’ for me to blame when I stitch the

seams wrong in a lousy attempt to fit in with a society I don’t

understand because all we do is kill what we say we love and perhaps

that is why I am afraid of the simplest syllables in “I love you”.

Dear brother who are you?

Are you sinner,

Are you saint?

Are you worker,

Are you cheat?

  Brother you know me

As I know thee

I am fighter

You are lover

I see you

You see me

But only us they see.

  Brother chaos may you be

  Brother peace may you be

  Brothers balance be us we

  Brothers fight you always will

Oh my dear,

How i long

To climb into your lap

Hold your face in my hands

Stare into your blue blue eyes

And tell you

That its alright.

That things will be okay somehow.

That we will figure it out.

But my darling I cannot.

I cannot climb into your lap anymore

For you have pushed me away.

I cannot hold your face in my hands

Because i will want to kiss you

And you have pushed me away.

I cannot stare into your beautiful eyes

Because i will be forced to avert my gaze

The depth of your eyes too hard to see

When you have pushed me away like this.

I wish, my angel,

That you would allow me to hold you

To stroke your cheek

And write across your back In every language i know

That i love you...

But you have pushed me away

And so I must hold my hands close by my sides

And keep my eyes away from yours

I must hold in

All the words

That beg to be spoken

Because you have pushed me away.

My love,

I wish you could see

That this is more important

Than temporary feelings.

This is more important than my fears.

I wish you knew

That i would wait a lifetime

To end up with you.

But you pushed me away.

And so now I must wonder If i should surrender to your distance

Or push myself closer

Trying to hold on to you.

I know we cannot be

What we had hoped

But does that mean

We must be nothing?

Resigned to friendship

Even though i would do anything

To hear you say you wish for me to wait...

I know you will not ask that of me

But i wish you would be selfish

Just for a moment

And tell me that you want me

To wait for you

To love only you

To be there whenever you need

Would it be so hard

For you to ask that?

I cannot say

That i am capable

Of any of those things.

But i could be I could try If you would only ask

Because you see,

You are the sun

And I am the moon

And without you

I cannot exist.

For the moon reflects the suns light

As i reflect your love.

So maybe you can allow

This little moon

To climb into your lap

And hold your face and look into your eyes

And whisper

That no matter what

Things will be okay...

Could you allow that?

Could you believe the words?

Or would you push me away again?

Please don't...

Please allow this little moon

To tell the sun

What she needs to say.

Please dont push me away anymore

Please just let me be something Inbetween

Not just a friend

And not a burden as you feared

But a girl that you can tell your secrets to

Who you can kiss and hold

And then leave again

Without protest

Please allow me to be something more

Than anyone else...

I know that is a selfish request

But i hope

That whatever happens

I could write you a poem

I could write you a song

I could write you a book

but each one will be long

because how can I describe you

in just a few rhymes

in a short little chorus

or a couple of lines?

I could try my best

but at the end of the day

when talking about you

theres always more to say

if I wrote a poem

I would have to confess

just how much I like you

that must be addressed

if I wrote a song

I would have to sing

about all your beauty

and how you are so stunning

if I wrote a book

it would have to read

pages upon pages

of your personality

but youre more than any poem

and more than any song

more than any book

none of which could go wrong

because my distant darling

I could write poems for you all day

but they still could not begin to explain

all that I really want to say

I could write you a million songs

and none of them would sound

they way I want to show the world

how you make my heart pound

I could fill a library

on books all about you

but someone else could read them all