i bled forgiveness like poetry

i bled forgiveness like poetry
while apologies dripped from
honest lips-- lips i knew as well
as my own, uttering words i wish
i had created; whispering truths
i was never brave enough
to breathe into existence

“i didn’t even know i was alive until this moment.”

there was cheap vodka on my breath
and even cheaper beer on his;

the shock of hesitant honesty,
snatched from hiding by the night’s liquor
made my lungs sputter
as we hung in the balance,
waiting on his response;

the smell of recent rain
lingered with the salty
sea breeze and
mixed with the
sweaty stench of teenagers
rebelling for the sake
of finally feeling
something
different

and here i was, waiting for a boy
to let me down, to push me away--
what was so different about that?


“until this moment, i always wished i wasn’t.”


with just enough ache in the air
to say 'fuck it all,'
we decided to
be who we were
and say what we meant
and let the stars fall
where they may



and it was the most magnificent meteor show
my little world has ever seen.