If I could crawl, I'd take my time
If I could walk, I'd meet you half way
If I could run, I'd meet you there
If I could fly, you'd never see me again
If I were gone, would think my name?
If I were here, would it be the same?
If I saw you, would I shed a tear?

Closed every door by myself.
Struggling even to stand up.
Burning within, back facing the floor
barely breathing
barely alive.
one thing running through my mind,
What if I knew back then
what I know right now?
What I really was
and now I'm ****** up in between!

Now is no time for whining
no place to complain.
Your aggression, turn it to focus.
Its like the fuel,
burn it to race your raging engine!
Might've been failing
but never stop trying.
After all you've been through
Or all that could've been,
now you've come closer
to what you've been doing!

Prose
A waterfall
Black and tarry
Flavoured waves of licorice
Lapping like kittens
Against the shore
Her garden is not one of Eden
But one of thorns
Dark and bruising scrub land
An ink stain against the sky
Filthy with life
A broaching scuffle
In richly opulent underbrush
A white and twisted creature
Seeping with magick

It was a cold New Year's morning
That was the last time I ever seen you
The embrace I held you in was glowing
And the kisses we shared were true

I could feel your heartbeat as we embraced
Little flakes of snow fell softly to the ground
I could see the chill bumps on your face
And I didn't want you to go to town

But you had to go that early morning
And I knew you couldn't stay
But I tried hard to keep you from going
I wish I would've tried harder that day

If I would've known that was the last time
That I would ever be able to kiss you
Or had the chance to call you all mine
I would've dragged you back inside

If I knew it would be the last time
That I would see your beautiful face
And those mesmerizing blue eyes
I wish I would've said "I love you"
Instead of only  "Bye.'

© 2020 Michael Messinger(All rights reserved)

If I’d ever dared to fly
I wouldn’t be here now with you.
If I hadn’t turned a blind eye
We might have parted ways long ago.

If life was a book
or anything except this
We'd be together.

If only we could put the pieces back together,
we would make a great puzzle.