Moments like these,
When I look back at who I used to be,
I get so amazed at my former self and how hard He worked for his dream.
How much of a trendsetter He became on a scene,
Full of poets,
Hearts broken,
Trying to figure out how to put the pieces back together and,
Sing.
In unison no matter what division lied in between our personalities…
But,
Here I am.
Desperately searching for His hand.
Hoping can I be within His presence,
Once again,
Before I’m crammed.
Six-feet deep in a casket without a second chance,
To be one with the only person I’ve ever truly had…
That man within a mirror I had no other choice,
But,
To stare at and,
Stand with…
I miss him,
Dearly,
While alone in a world full of people that will never understand me,
The same way He did.
Caring for me more than I ever could,
Myself,
Regardless of my attempts to love the monster I became through my own madness…
All I can ask for is,
A reunion.
Everlasting.
Eternal.
Hoping my apology can commence a merger I will never ruin,
Again,
Keeping our bond alive by,
Never letting go of our beloved pen,
And journal…
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