Hello, I'M Still Here
the way that I’m feeling right now
is exhaustingly difficult to explain with words –
I feel like a child, even now when I try to communicate
with you,
but I don’t think you’ve ever
heard my voice.
and every once in a while
when my strong slowly dims to an ember,
I knew that this was no accident.
they know that it makes me
angry, because, well,
there are an infinite amount of words
that I would knot together within my spine to prove to you
just how strong I am without you
but a white lie isn’t supposed to hurt anyone.
I would like to say so many things to you;
to your pure flesh and bones,
but the thing is,
I’m really bad with public speaking
and basically anything that has to do with me
walking out on a ledge for you.
but,
things tend to sound much better on paper
anyways, don’t they?
and well,
words are supposed to be a powerful thing,
aren’t they?
as I sit here contemplating
how I’m going to
return some of your life back into my own,
I instead find myself thinking about how
I’m constantly still fighting
for yours.
and now here’s where
I decide that this way, we’re better existing
strictly on ink and paper,
so that way, we both win.
Copyright © Sam Larson | Year Posted 2018
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