Wanting you to be here.. Seeing your smile, hearing your laugh, knowing someone else holds dreams for you. Holding on to memories of home, of summer, of you. Backstage romances swilrled into a velvet curtain in the darkness... I feel so strange, so afraid. Eyes closed, melted shut with warm tears/ thoughts of you. We fought do hard to forget who we are/ were. Never have time to fight anymore. Midnight magic phone calls no longer mine; Your eyes smile hope into other hearts. I feel like I'm dying without you; I am nothing, not myself. I deiscovered reality when I discovered you. I doscovered love. Are you ashamed? Do you love who I am? We once rolled around in a cement paradise; Clothed each other with our own eyes; Found each other in a hopeless night.... Gave me something to live for again - just to see you smile through tears. Curled into a pitiful hump we would sit for hours thinking of nothing.... We once looked out onto heaven together; Held hands and remembered love lost/had/have/wishful. cared you would reach out and I was always there willing to save you from tears, from yourself, from her. I have cried on your shoulder and slept in your arms; Smelled your cologne and slept dreaming peaceful dreams of Central Park and Chinese food... I'm coming home to you, to us, to fear that things are changing, perhaps for the best. Dependent on a magical hope I lose grip on everything real, everything awful. You have always been my release from this, my world -- that I never want/ needed to face until she stepped through our mirror and into your arms.... So rememeber me when the tears come. Rememeber me when the dial tone rings in your ear alone. And I will always rememeber what we were so I can pick you up when the pieces fall apart like they always seem to do... And I will once again hide my pain for you, for us, for the sake of the crystal tears I hate to see fall down chiseled cheeks. Because no matter how hard it is to love you, it is even harder not to.
Reason for writing:
Believe ot or not, I wrote this poem about a man I see as my little brother, a best friend of sorts. He means the world to me to this day. This poem was written when he started dating one of best girl friends who couldn't seem to handle our relationship. Just for the record, I'm still with Charlie, and the girl is out of the picture. *smile* Charlie will always be an inspiration to me.
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