I wish I could tell you I was in love. I wish I could let our dreams implode and the words in my heart met your ears like a soothing flood. I wish there was a chance to connect the dots in our minds. Tie our strings together. I feel you light as a feather. A dancing marionette doll that's cut it's strings. I wish you knew me like these four walls.
Nestled in the distant clouds lies a once forgotten heart. She told me she'd wait for me and I let her down. Any words I could think to say just fall from who I am and fade into the distant past of who I've been. No one hears me anymore except the echoes of the therapist's feathered pillows. My voice echoes forth and back again and nothing visceral stays within me long enough to plant a seed. Every seed dies before it grows.
She spoke softly to me so as not to hurt my healing heart. "You've said too much; hold your tongue before it's bruised by your chattering teeth." And yet I hadn't said enough. The problem wasn't too much, it was the distance between words. Why can't I speak more before the dam is constructed? All the feelings, dreams, and wonderings become damed behind the structure within my head. I wish I could tell you more sooner but I'm afraid it's untrue or inadequate. I feel I have to wait until I'm cool and collected. I try to fully understand a vaporous string that is constantly whisking with the wind from one soul to a shuttered song emerging from the shadows.
And my life as poetry is more narrative than rhyme scheme and rhythm. It's more faint whispers in the distance rising from my heart's ashes. I'm a blowing breeze and she'll never see me the same. I'm a wandering soul and she sees my chains. Falling down slowly is a miserable fate. She found me in an unlocked prison and was too afraid of losing her wings to pull me out. As I was too afraid of the world outside, I could not let her set me free. My caged comfort feels like freedom so I lie awake with the weight of my mind's eye rising quickly while my heart's eyes run circles in the storm.