Yelping to be yellow

March 20, 2014

11:09 P.M.

We are taking solace in our little quiet corner;

If only walls could talk,

They’d tell the tale

Of his hands running through the strings of my ribcage

Just like how the words were from the book I've read;

That two hearts start beating at the exact same time

When pressed close against each other…

The beating is my definition of music

And it is the most powerful when hope was sang into it

Now that I have slapped the face of the night with its lack of light;

I am back to writing about him,

About how okay it is to stop being strong

Because he is one of the rare people who bleeds from my wounds

About how he told me I was headstrong

By giving him a piece of my mind

I am writing about that bump on a road that showed me

The hardest thing about keeping

Is giving away…

I have traded golden platters for something that matters

Like the feel of his back against my chest

And learn that Math is all about subtraction

This verse is about saying yes to happiness

Even when that means losing myself in the process

And I have chosen to be happy

For I have breathed all my scars out

For the courage to say I love you

To someone who will never say it back

For wiping the muddled glass and remember how to sparkle

Because I’d never go even a thought of hushing

The thumping in my chest

Live loud!

Live, for having him as my last chance for sun

Live, like we are sun rays into the obscure sky yelping to be yellow