I’ll buy this place
even when I know it’s already catching fire,
see it burn so I can say
for once
I haven’t wasted my time.
I’ll buy this place full of future ash,
breathe it in just to say
for once
I’ve made something a beautiful part of me.
I can’t seem to command this heart
so once again I find myself
putting you back in poetry.
Trust me,
you are not
stronger than me
you are just stronger
than who I thought I was.
I am on the giant’s ladder
inside this house
and I didn’t know how much of a reach it was
until I found you and grew three sizes too perfect.
Remember that place?
It made a gorgeous sky-high fire,
we made a gorgeous sky-high fire,
they could see it
for miles around.
They whispered it
as the flames went down.
They spoke it like a drug
into every pool and valley,
every footstep when
they ran into each other.
They wove it into the colorful lips
of the world’s best storytellers.
They called it
something they had never seen before.
Maybe if we weren’t
so damn quick
to call ourselves each other’s burdens.
Wow, this is really good! I
Wow, this is really good!
I have a new poem posted here called The Ruins Of You. I hope you read it and comment down what you think of it. You may read it here: http://www.postpoems.org/authors/ginsywilde/poem/1051879