Weak Thoughts
Why, I forever ask myself
When deep below the oceans surface
Never, would I reach for your hand
For you witness fear deep within my eyes
The sweetest kind of lie, perhaps,
You spoke
It was so softly you cried it to me
As I felt desperation take hold of my heart
It was through a different hue I watched
As I sunk deeper below
Afraid of the world you held out to me
And as I pleaded to the seas’
Never once could I be allowed to hold it
Slowly, I learned to breathe
Through this world of dense blue tears
Forever slightly transparent, from your sight
A birds eye view, perhaps
As I witness a smile on your lips
Your eyes connecting with mine, as I suffocate
Perhaps never knowing,
Just how deeply I was wounded
Through eyes of diamond lay one lone memory
Of a time, when I was a child
As passers by stopped, and stared into my soul
So blue, they would say
Moving on,
Without so much as a whisper of after thought
Slowly would I reach for them all
Oh, so slowly
For it dawned a memory of mine
Of a time when I had never heard your words
Never knowing why it hurt me so
For knowing now, it hurts both ways
Should I be allowed this breathe of air?
Your own words said it all
Never
Yet I will never, in my life, cease this feeling
Will I?
For I play my final moments on repeat
As you said, “I love you”
Before you held me blow the water
Oh, sweet mother
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