Through broken glass

 If I were born
In a time that's different
I'd be  completely different being
If I didn't meet you
When you and I did
We'd probably be completely different entities
In every single universe, I'd long for you
Even without knowing it in my core
Because, I promise
If I truly knew
What I was missing
Whom it was for
I'd be walking
Running
Crawling
Through patches of broken glass
Then I'd stop halfway
To see if you're there
And whether you're there or not
I'd proceed anyway
With the hope that I'd find you on the other side
Through molten lava
Through hellfire and smothering black smoke
I'll reach out my hand to hold yours
I'll reach out my arms to shield you
Whether or not you're truly there
You're the one my heart found
It's hard to explain
But I physically can't love
The way I love you
Things you do
That others could, too
You're a breeze for me
They'd cause pain
You're never enough
But your presence is so
It's hard to truly put into words
The world around me spins in circles
Cycles and motions can move
Yet I can stand immortalized
By simply gazing upon a visage of you
Take my hand
I'm drowning in this abyss
Pull me up like you always do
I need your help
I need your help, please
I need you to save me
From that which I perceive to be
The truth about myself
Push me forwards
For I alone can't
You're my backbone
If I lost everything, but you
I'd survive
If I lost you, however
I don't know
I love you
I'll love you forever
I'll love you for as long as the word holds meaning
And even once it's so overused
That we forget what it's supposed to mean
I'll still love you
Or its equivalent
Or anything really that holds that feeling
Within words I can't describe it anyways
So I don't know if I should try then
Like I try now
But for you I'd give the world
You're a part of my soul
If I had the option to make sure you'd be happy forever
But have my memory wiped from yours
I'd take it, no question
Your happiness is all I care for
And in this exceeding premonition
I feel like that's exactly what I might have to do
But I'll crawl through
The broken glass
And reach my hand out to you
Take it, please
Reassure me
That I still have a piece of me within you
I love you

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