national poetry month - two.
i'm going to begin your poem by placing this thought in your head:
before i'd laid eyes on you, i hated you to the core.
i am not going to waste my time writing about
how many hours we've used up inside each other's heads,
how we have seen each other's skin and scars and the regrets
i will not waste my time trying to explain why i place your happiness
on a higher pedestal than mine.
4 times strangers have asked if we were sisters, each
i was ready to say yes, and i guess
they thought so because of the way mirrors reflect each other,
if we were twins you would pretend to be the better part of me, as
best friends you already are.
friend. i will not build up this poem just to break it,
because we both know how to break things that belong
to those we love, friend,
we've left memories and people behind, but somehow never found
angry words left between us, friend,
i will not tell you how the mountains decay and the seas
rise and fall, but friend, i will catch you, your hand in mine,
know that i will never be ready to let you go, but let time fly
years ago i hated birds but your voice is a canary's song
through my window, reminding me to wake up.