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Sunday, May 30
mark and i were talking about creative writing prompts we've had and i got to thinking about this prompt. then i wrote this poem out of a combonation of flu, insomnia, love, frustration, and fear. a-yay.
it feels like an earthquake when you leave
you bring out the giver in me
you bring out the sleepless night in me
the please come back, in me.
the i dont know's in me, i dont know why
you love me, why you bring out
the reciever in me, why i want everything,
too much at times, why i dish
out a peace of mind, you bring out the calm
breath in me, the one in - one
out release, in me. you bring out new
tears in me, the happy crying
in me, you bring out the hard nippies
and flu chills, the love shivers
in me. you peel back my skin and exist
between my veins in me, you
are the air in my bloodstream that gets me
high, you are every strand of
sunshine to ever sink through my skin,
you color, burn me, soften me,
you bring out the three am biting my lips,
waking up in two timezones
and realizing the world is so big, in me.
you bring out the fever in me,
the i love you more than you'll ever know,
in me, the girl who wants to sob
for no reason on you, the hold and never
let go in me, the never give up,
the never give anything away, in me,
you bring out not the story, but
the saga, you bring out every faction of a
letter and weave it into a page,
for me. you tighten my skin, you lay me
down, you run through my being
out the ends of my hair, sliding in me,
you bring out the fault lines of
my body in me, you answer the time of
day and stand over the quake in me,
you run deep into the questions
of my core and stay silent, forgiving, free.
Giorgie 8:26:00 AM
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