The kiss-
I Think, I Don’t Think by Robert M. Drake
I think
you like the idea
of feeling
too much,
of experiencing
too much
and letting the things
inside you
float away.
I think
you want people
to notice you
but want others
to think that
isolation pumps through
your veins.
I think
you care
too much
but you pretend
as if
nothing bothers you.
I think
you want people
to miss you
but only
the right ones.
I think
you like breaking
apart
but only because
you know by morning
you’ll be
yourself again.
I think
you like being chased
because you want
to be saved
and loved
with the same intensity
an earthquake
would bring.
I think
you want the world
to remember you
but you don’t have
the slightest clue
on becoming memorable.
I think
you want delicate hands
to surf over
your skin
but you think
you’re too hard
for soft hands.
I think
of all these things
and it couldn’t be
more true,
that like me,
you just need someone
to catch you
and tell you
how much they know you –
to reveal
little things about you,
that you
yourself ignore.
I think
the star in you
wants to give light
to other people
and I think
I need it
to help me
find my way.
And, like you,
I think
and feel these things
deeply…
and I know we need
each other…
if ever,
we think
we want
a proper shot
at love.
Run
Her hair flows behind her as she runs through the darkness. Life hits her at every angle, but she continues to get back up. Her body is covered in bruises, scrapes and scars. Each mark from a hurtful word, a painful touch, a self hating thought…
She still runs.
Her body is weak, but her mind is strong. She gets up. She runs.
What is she running from?
Aren’t we all running?
Running away from our fears, running away from responsible. But also away from evil, away from threats and unnecessary pain.
I am running with her.
In the darkness I see her hair. The long, golden tresses glow in the blackness.
Where are we running to?
I see it.
There is light in the distance. I keep running.
I run for life, I run for joy, I run for love.
I run because of the hurt, because of the heart ache. Despite the darkness, there is light.
We run for the light.
My body is covered in bruises, scrapes and scars, but it reminds me of where I’ve been.
Now, I’m heading into the light…