The earth spins in a constant rotation
That no one really can feel
You used to be my axis
though I was a boring record
With speech impediments
You took residence inside my heart
We used to make inferences on eachother
That we always thought we were rich on
But we noticed that a
piece of the puzzle was missing
The night we tried to settle dust out of our
December 23, 2015...
You discovered me...
And like an interactive notebook
I told you my story with actions and words.
you learned about me and I learned about you.
You learned about the three beautiful white birds that flew through my window as I wrote this...
You were sent across the map
And although gravity can't be tethered with
I wish I was the one pulled down underground
And have you
Be the one that floats in place
To make you
The center of my universe
The center of this complicated game of chess
That only those with strategies
Have a tremendous advantage of
You always wanted to see
And those in hospital beds
Revived by magic wands
Or sometimes you thought they
Just overslept and left their alarms
I told you how
I Cried the first time my mother wouldn't buy me cards
That I traded with others
For temporary friendship.
Or how I owned old board games
That I kept in my basement
Because I thought they were
Haunted by ideas I wouldn't
But when I did play...
I broke my arm after helping a friend, who was too tired of pulling up his face
For people that are just too busy hiding behind curtains like un-aired tv shows
You showed me a different way.
I became your surgeon.
I tried to cut away
With tools from
The tool shed
Made by your worrying
sent across the sky
Like ravens looking for their partners
And I remember clearly the day
You caught me under my bed
And no... It wasn't fear.
You told me to be social
and introduced me to 2 warriors.
Mean imaginary ones.
I mean those
That helped you fly through windows
In your beautiful white suit
Showing that peaceful places still exist.
They taught me to trade cards for their lives
And in return, they told me
Was just a rehab center for sadness.
There are things you wouldn't accept...
You would just end our daily adventures and say "don't worry about me. I'll be okay"
Maybe you thought you were as hideous
As the mop
Used for the gym floors of those
That hated you.
But You made me spellbound
So before liquid rolled down your beautiful pale cheeks
I would try to
Engrave the tears into your skin
As Braille so even the
Blind would understand the nature
Of your beauty
Let my arms be the tracker
Of your mood swings
For when you need a
Let the complexion of my skin
Tell you how many times
I've stood under the sun
To get to your safe place
And Maybe a cramped piece of paper
Isn't enough to show you the way
My heart bends when you
Curl up and shut down
But it shows that even trees
Rather die than see you struggle
From lack of confidence
That the warriors and I tried to give you.
I still watch re-runs of our memories
Legos protected us
And although we now lay like
Roadkill in the middle
Of two roads
Our warriors never perished
They made purples hearts and stitched them on us
Operating your indescribable solutions
So that when we lined in
We'd make a sign of
And although I still expect an echo
From your actions
To bounce you back
Life is too open to others
echoes don't reach those
That deserve them
But I still leave myself into the idea that you will read this one day...
So for now...
I'll Grant crickets permission
To inject echoes
Of those days when I still used
A blanket as a cape
And protected you from unnecessary
Then Be open
Like stores that sell hope to those stumbling
Be the one to re-run clips of
Other people's lives
So they won't forget
And it's okay to remember all the pain my hand suffered when writing this
But remind them...
About the three birds that flew through my window...
And how one of them
Was a bounce back
From a never ending story