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Apr 9
I wish it was just so easy
and I could just cling to you
keep you safe close to me
and let you hold me
with those strong tattooed arms
and years from now find
ourselves with countless stories
detailing the moments
our love could have -
but did not collapse
each of the trials we faced
strengthening our bond
so instead of faltering
our love only grew

wouldn't that be nice?
wouldn't it be so precious?
so beautiful and sweet?
to have our passionate newness
metamorphisize, and from that
lustful fires intensive flames
be forged a deep and real
yet fairytale-esque bond
every young girls daydreams
the ideal model for their
fantasy image of what
"true love"
ought to look like
the projected sense they held
after each Disney princess movie
downloaded and set up
a database of
unrealistic expectations
for their futures
those days and years
still thought of unjadedly
hopeful imaginings
filling their innocent heads

I myself have lived too long
too many years, weathered
by not so pretty truths
experienced life and
the harshness of reality
I've felt the sharp teeth
of the world
sink in and rip away
obliterate and strip away
my dreams and hopes
and more than just
a time or two
Never could I now
convince myself
of such a lovely
illusionary possibility
I know better
and I know also
the damage such a
belief in utter *******
could potentially create

but you do something
you awoke that child
naive and hopeful,
passionately alive
filled to the brim with joy
elated by existence
the girl I used to be
inside my chest
she's opened her eyes
I thought she was dead
but now I hear her
whispering and bright
so I'll ask you
the same question
she's presented to me

What does it matter
if we can't or don't
Or whatever
so what if we never succeed
we have only this moment
the one right here
the one that's right now
and there's no reason
for us to not try
to just jump in
head first, over our heels
a blind leap into
the mysterious unknown
like the Fool
intent on his journey
with nothing but his faith
that the Universe knows
the Universe will catch him
if he were to fall
why not just hold on
You and me together
and race to the deep end
and when we hit air
just savor every moment
and maybe who knows
Maybe we'll find out
perhaps we really can fly
with wings of --- and love
on our hearts song wind
What if we can?
And what if we do
After all?
November 2024
Alexsandra Danae
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Alexsandra Danae  37/F/Mayfield, Kentucky
(37/F/Mayfield, Kentucky)   
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