Monday, September 19, 2016

Be The Best Part Of Me

Same questions, different answers. Broken strings, songs played through a memory. Beats to remember and a rhythm that feels like home.

Wondering how to make peace with the past and how to come to terms with the future. Two hopeless hearts, or so it would seem. Unwritten words decaying within a confused soul. Smoke on my lips, 

Old Monk in my veins, you in my heart and unsettled fears in my soul.

A romantic mess of tortured could bes and hopeless prayers laid to rest on grey monsoon clouds.

I keep telling myself I’m okay, but then it’s 4 in the morning, the wind is crisp and you come to say hello in all my dreams.

Maybe some nightmares too.

Forced into making decisions that I’m not prepared for, to say words that I’m not sure I can own up to later.

You with your ambitions and me with my tainted intuition.

You with your pretentious patience and me forever grateful.

You all wrapped in failure and me just waiting to unravel the hope.

You in your sure suit and me in my delicate lace.

You with hands to heal and me with eyes to speak.

You without me.

And us without we.

Contradictions fill my lungs with silent screams, but your voice has the power to gracefully set me free.

A novel written together but now I rummage through all my old pages and new, to find you sitting somewhere on one of the old forgotten corners. One pen on one paper to form millions of joint thoughts. Now, empty pages, an inkless nib and two chapters with one ellipsis.

Meet me at the line, the one where we make peace. Let’s hold hands and dance to our understanding.

You bring the softness and I’ll bring the fierce fight.

You bring the confidence and I’ll bring the forever to celebrate.

You bring me cherries and I’ll bring the chocolate cake.

You be the layers and I’ll be the finished masterpiece.


I’ll be your sanity and you be the best part of me.  







Dilz