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Jamie Meyst Poem
They ask me, “did she hurt you?” and all I can force myself to say is that she didn’t mean to.
That hearts are mending in different ways and if I am not the way then that is not her fault.
She follows a star much farther then mine but they shine just as bright.
I once bought her a flower and told her that she shines so bright
it would feed off her light but the flower died because my words
are only fiction spilling off my tongue.
And I didn’t mean to lie to her when I said that I would go to the moon and back,
but I can’t afford a spaceship and she wouldn’t wait for me to come back.
She was chasing that next pay check when I was just checking the weather
to see if I could walk into the park with her hand.
She was walking on the pavement in her summer dress and I,
with my battered sweater and used jeans with a broken smile across my face
walking aimlessly in the forrest. Or was time not by my side, when I told her
that my heart was a falling star with her name on it and she was not ready
to have that star falling into her space.
When I tell you that she didn’t mean to,
I mean to say that her heart wasn’t my matching puzzle piece.
Her future is not in mine but I still tell her that she is the most beautiful
creature I’ve seen until I see another one that passes me by.
I don’t move with purpose, I don’t walk with swift feet to find anything,
but to love and explore all I can. I didn’t lie when I told her she was the sun
to my flower; She’s just not the big bang that made my star.
Copyright © Jamie Meyst | Year Posted 2014
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Jamie Meyst Poem
Have you ever been a stranger to your own mind,
a pioneer of your own time?
Did you waste a second pretending to be dead when you could have been living?
Tell me what it’s like to live, to live in your cage, your stage.
Tell me the secrets that lie between the bars and past the stars.
Let me know what it’s like to walk in your shoes and sing your sad blues.
Bring me a new measurement of what time once was without the one you loved;
without your mom, your friend, your brother, or your heart.
Cry for me, my shoulders hold yours and a thousand tears.
Scream to me, about all your fears and all your anger from those who did you wrong.
Breathe, breathe, and sweep up the memories you once lost long ago.
You forgot how to swing on a swing or how to dance in the rain.
Don’t be afraid to get wet when it rains because the sky just wants you to look up again.
Remember that children still play like you once did.
And I still stay, listening to you because I want you to fight for what is yours.
You are yours, no one else’s and if anything this social media has taught me is that they lie.
I will not lie.
You are beautiful because you breathe, you are wonderful because you are alive,
and you are unique because your eyes tell me a story.
So look up, be the pioneer of your time. Live to breathe.
Copyright © Jamie Meyst | Year Posted 2014
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