Alive
You unboard all of the windows, let the light peak through the curtains and I feel the blood drying up and the ache healing.
The rain slips down my cheeks into my chest, washing away the fingerprints and the wounds of my past lovers, freeing up space for your fingertips to explore the parts that make me feel human again
You glide in with ease, leaving no door unopened and no corner unturned, I cringe as you slip into my childhood memories, who I used to be
But I watch your lips and you smile, the room begins to smell of unconditional love and repentance and I am finally able to forgive myself for all of the scars I let alter the face of compassion
I feel you occupying different rooms inside of me, you plant flowers and don't forget to water them the way that I did
You unboard all of the windows, let the light peak through the curtains and I feel the blood drying up and the ache healing
I close my eyes as I hear the storm rolling in from behind the mountains, feel you rushing to close all the windows, the wind ripping pictures from the walls
But you couldn't get downstairs in time, and I cringe as it floods and the memories scream for help as they drown
I open my eyes full of tears, apologies, pack all of your things in a bag that once held pieces of me and ask you to go
But you shake your head no, you say, "we'll make better memories" and smile
I try to choke out thank you but I'm too busy falling in love, so I just smile and let the strings of the balloons slip through my palms
Each one filled with things I never got to say, things I wish I hadn't done, people I wish I hadn't been, those I let change me
Then I lean in until our lips are almost touching and smile, yours widens, your pupils expand
And I love you, I love you in parts of me that once suffocated but heard your voice and started to breathe, I love you with a blind heart that finally gets to see
So I reach for you when I wake like the plants reach for the sun, and that's how I tell you that you might be the one, because you might be the one
About the Creator
Kasey Lomax
just another 23yr old freelance writer
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