#mkoriginal

Just a gay little drawing of my gay little bat.

*This is a poem I wrote a week or so ago, and I think I've shared it with like, 3 or 4 people. I never entered it into the Poetry class workshop, so it does need some criticism :)

Last night, while you were sleeping,

 the moon and I made a pact:

he'll stop the reckless tide from bringing in

the dangerous waters

and I, I will be his daughter,

craters tatooed on my skin,

frozen eyes glowing with his radiance.

  You see, I wanted to be like wendy

forget about peter and

puff out my chest like a grown up,

but  it's not that easy.

I've got veins filled with stardust,

tears blackened by the charcoal we burn with

fires spreading to submerge my

innocence and the ashes

smell like your childhood,

a story I've tried to write down,

the ink staining your heart,

drawing the walls of the chamber

which jails your greatest fears from my grasp.

  So I was hoping,

hoping that if I'd become like the moon

you'd open your soul like the wolves at night

and you would listen,

listen to how I wanted us to be a comet,

otherworldly and untouchable,

daring to scrape against

the boundaries of this world

because we can.

  But you're trailing empty bottles behind you,

and you're still divided by the hourglass,

waiting for her to come back

and you won't tell me where it hurts.

So I've got to let you go,

  and sit the million endless midnights through

Moving faster than the speed of love

Running in front of my bullet train

You’re scared of our collision.

Prepared to duck

Hoping I’ll miss

Or out of luck barely scratch the surface

Of the armor you’re worried

Will shatter with my touch

  I’m begging you to

Open your eyes,

Our road is a dead end

Why not collide

While we still have the time?

Then we’ll be able to say

That we had our chance

Enjoyed our moments.

Let the gears slowly drop,

Fall into neutral,

When the racehorse is fired up

Ready to go

I want you to be the jockey

Pulling on the reins

Saying,

“Let’s take this slow.”

  We’re going to have arguments

Decisions forced upon each other

As if they meant life or death

Baby,

I want our biggest

Problem to be

Whether to buy

Milky Way or Snickers.

At the grocery store

I want the people in line behind us

Sighing in frustration

As we take our lovely time

Arguing about chocolate bars.

  For me,

It’ll always be Milky Way

Because when I look up at the sky

I think of you,

The first person to point the stars out to me

You told me to,

Connect the dots,

Draw myself on god’s canvas

  I tried connecting those dots today.

Struggling to engrave my face

Against the black backdrop

Of a lonely night.

But everyone knows that the

Hardest person to draw

Is yourself

Every inch of your body

Covered in imperfections

Others never see.

  I tried to draw you,

A face I can see clearly

Pure and unblemished

But This wasn’t God’s canvas

To give

  My hand dropped limply next to me When it realized before my heart did

That my blood wasn’t the perfect shade

For your portrait

A painting I wasn’t meant to sign away

With years of my life

If anything

I only drew the sketch

Leaving you vulnerable

To the world

  I pray that someone will pick up

Where I left off

Converting rough outlines

Into a masterpiece

Because you don’t deserve

Anything less than breathtaking.

And whoever it is,

When they complete you

You’ll find that you don’t need me anymore

  I’ll stop being your seamless outline

I’ll carry the imprint of your heart

Against my side

Remembering

When we collided

And just because we weren’t a supernova

Doesn’t mean the world didn’t see

How bright we used to shine

Even if it was for one

Glimpse at the sky

  I am

Hoping that one day

We can forgive ourselves

For plucking heartbeats from our chest

So that we wouldn’t have to feel it hurt

Pulling love out of the question

Numbing our bodies for the crash

We expected from the start

This was a risk

I begged you to take

Now you have to learn

How to do it all over again

  I don’t want you to regret

Wasting precious seconds on the past

I want you to trust someone to fly you to

Jupiter’s moons

So that the earth looks like a regular star

I want you to see it’s all the same.

We’re all just a dot in the sky

For someone else’s pen

To draw someone else’s

Face

Maybe this time,