Because..

by Valedico

My heart burns, aches and sinks to see such sorrowed words escape you. Little black digits that I can't hear you speak to me. And maybe one can be guilty for caring too much but what kind of a crime is that? One of which I don't feel can rightly be punished in any conventional sense, but one I can be held accountable for since the day you delivered yourself to me. I keep thinking I've said enough, that I'm done but every time I see the pixels that make up your face glowing at me on the smudged screen, words creep into my subconscious and multiply slowly into what could be considered amateur poetry. They are so close to me and yet I'm sending them so far away in hope the distance will not blur nor damage meaning in it's quick journey across the planet. I could disguise myself in a suit of neatly ironed lies or hide my thoughts in a cranium fortress, but as a writer, I must write. An important person deserves to hear important things.

Love is a story with a million plot holes. End it in a cliff-hanger and my strength allows me to keep hanging. You are as wrong as you are right. Only this is not right. I used to think you belonged...here - pressed against my chest answering every question with your soft, sleeping breaths. You belong wherever you set your sheets, and the sheets you set will not cover me. In your poetry, am I still 'you'? Do you still feel as I do? Fruitless and frightened, with a whirlwind of fragmented thoughts spinning in the confinements of an otherwise vacant brain. I knew you - never like this. Through consequence and decision. I know you. Through a notion. I know you better than who I last threw my arms around. You are more real to me than any dream I dreamt, or secret kept. Release yourself into this world and realise your capabilities. Know that you will never be alone. If any heart can love, and you can love any heart - no, you will never be alone.

Only you can break you.
Only your own truths can forsake you.
Sleep; recover; rebuild yourself; discover. You belong where your dreams take you.
Wake; stretch; make your bed and uncover yourself to the world that will make you.

Submission date : 2009-10-06
Last edit : 2009-10-06

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