Follow.

What have you done?
You taught me to grow -
to look past the pain;
to remember why i love
rainy days.

Now - you come back,
and pull me down
and hold me still
while my life runs past
and trips.

I keep tripping on your words,
the hurdles
you keep putting up.
There's a reason I was always picked last for gym.
I'm a very poor runner.

What a cliche.
"hurdles".
I'm all cliches.
WE are a cliche -
"high school sweethearts"

But sweet is too tame a word.
for fights -
and tears -
and need.
For needing you.

You built me.
We built each other -
in thunderstorm pillow forts;
and illicit weekday picnics;
in coffee house duets.

My creative writing teacher
would vomit as
he read the lines
that form our
relationship.


I'm so sorry
that my brain
likes to wander.
but I need you -
so all I ask:

Will you please follow?
"high school sweetheart"

but sweet is too tame a word.
for fights -
and tears -
and need.
I need you.

you built me.
we built each other -
in thunderstorm pillow forts.
and illicit weekday picnics.
in coffee house duets.

I want to shriek
when i hear you say
any name but mine.
I want to accuse -
I want to run away.

but i cant.
because you haven't hurt me,
or had any fault.
except maybe being too forgiving.
I ask what you've done.

but what have I done?
I've over thought.
I sit here and ...

I need you -
so all I ask:

will you please follow?

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