So if you’re wondering,
I’m not a hollow space.
I’ve just been dug up
and filled with temporary
feelings of isolation
that have flimsy walls.
I’m not the person you met
a few months back.
That person had experienced
a life shift on his back
that left him up nights shivering
in confusion’s grasp,
and had to deal with the limits
of his dependent past
that left him feeling alone
and stuck in his past.
I’ve grown into a new form,
Grown into embracing being alone,
Grown into self reliance.
I’ve learned a couple tricks
that have influenced positivity
In my day to day complexities,
And one of them has been you.
I was ready to give in—
Ready to throw in the towel
And surrender my emotions
To the mercy of emptiness.
But then I met you,
And for some reason,
You’ve made me feel alright.
You’ve made me see
That there are more
Pressing issues than
Wallowing in the past.
I was stuck on last week,
And you pushed me forward
Into the present,
Looking up an elevator shaft.
You’ve already burned holes
In my eyes,
So take a step out of those
Moon craters
And walk on flat land with me.
We’re playing with that flame
That has a tendency of burning
Anything that gets in its way.
The flame that keeps us warm,
But flares up when we get too close.
I’d like for you to ignore that element
And focus on what’s stirring inside of you.
Because with you, I’ve run in circular ruins,
Stumbled over shattered glass barefoot,
And woke up battered by the evening’s drinks.
The morning the sun peaked through
The shutters, I was awake
Listening to you breath
With your head on my chest.
I was waiting for you to wake so
I could tell you these things.
But when you did, we laughed
And skimmed pages of ourselves
Never closely examining the meaning
Of the information we shared.
Open up to me.
I’m not an empty vessel.
I’ve recently been filled
With inspiration I’d been lacking
In recent memory,
And I believe you’ve helped me
Fill that void.
So open up to me,
Say the things you want to say,
And I will do the same.
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