Unfinished Poem
you are like an unfinished poem,
your story has no end,
you are the only thing ive ever been so sure of,
the only person i do not regret.
i used to be so broken, so unsure of what to do.
But then you came along and held me and helped me through.
your finger tips grazed against my skin, and our lips began to brush,
oh how badly i wanted to kiss you, man it mad me nuts,
but, i never knew that i didn't need alcohol to numb the pain, all i needed
was someone like you. someone who cared if i was okay. Someone who went out
of there way to show me that i was a reason why someone stayed.
a few months had past and i was still craving you, wishing you were mine.
i was so scared of change, i was scared that everyone was the same. i remember
your birthday, you showed me off like i was yours. i layed with you as we listened
to some stupid emo shit that everyone ignored. I remember the night
everything changed, the night we kissed. the night i realized i needed you to stay
it was Halloween, how cliche. I could feel the warmth from your cheeks, and your
heart began to beat, i remember the way your hands felt on my face when you tried to
kiss me, i remember the pizza getting in my hair. i remember it all. i remember how
after our first kiss we instantly started to crave more, we didn't want to stop.
my love for you continued to grow with every secret kiss, every secret cuddle,
every serect hangout. Until one night you became mine, i took you to the place
where it all started. I asked you to be mine. i remember when we went with
our friends to the tree and blasted music. I remember when you showed up to my
choir performance with a rose and listen to me sing. i never want this to end, i
don't want to be just a memory that gets old and eventually fades.
i remember how bad our last fight was, i remember the time we walked
away. i know some days are going to be rough, and i know some day we will not
want to stay, but i never want to put a period on the end of this poem, i never want
say the end. so baby all i ask is for you to stay when time get rough, because baby
i want us to be the poem left undone
- ARAC