Speak Of

Speak of fear, how it's the speck of darkness wherever there is light

Watch as it has crept slowly into the crevice of my heart and has taken my body whole and all at once

It's the echo of silence when you scream into the bitter night
Listen how the wind whistles through the wrinkles of the trees
Watch how the grass seems to dance under the spotlight of the moon and the audience of stars, with faces that have always seemed to shine even when they're daunted by the darkness

Your hand seems to attempt to grasp them but you find the un-denying feeling that good enough is well out of your grasp,

A moment where you realize that "the sky being the limit" isn't true, but the limit you place upon yourself is like chains strapped across your wrists and convicted around your ankles

Look, how you have set the standard low enough, that during recess you use to play double dutch with it, how your standard could be used between the strings of a guitar but, each time you strum that cord, it always seemed out of tune.

Speak of me before, because as of now time has dragged me through moments that have shaped me into grays that were once mosaic,

In-between the spectrum of my life, there has been miniature eternities seconds that felt like forevers

Times where her lips have mouthed "now and always" but look how now those words feel so vague

so lifeless

I bet if you wrote these words you'd have to fill in the letters just to feel its solidarity

You'd write these words as many times necessary, until you felt back in that moment, a time where your legs where kicked back and skyscraped the edges of content, with arms landscaped across the comforter and eyes focused on the present, how it seemed dreams were less promising than reality.

Speak of life,
How mine was the stench of Atlanta, a place where the suburbs look like vacancy lots and streets resemble the decayed history of those who walk upon it.

Some nights, our lullabies were the rickshaw of a finger against the pedal of a handgun and as the bullet pressed through the air, it was a constant reminder of how quickly it can all be gone.

How, eyes pinpointed towards a barrel can make your skin begin to boil
With, sweat stemming out of your pores, lips chapped with dry air the night brings and a street light that seems to call for your standing ovation.

Speak of love,
how effortlessly I have free fallen into it's hands, how love has clasped her fingertips around me and warmed me with content, happiness and comfort

Look at how love has made things seem more refined

How I would walk out of my home and feel the drape of a breeze that was blown down from Kansas, it seemed to make the flowers bow in my presence, and peddles that waved at my appearance, I swear as I walked you could hear birds chirping to the rhythm of my heart

Now speak of when love was lost

How it left me, cold and bitter like the first seconds of fingertips dipped in mountains of snow

My heart had collapse upon itself and my cruel words were the ashes it had left behind...
How it burned those I spoke to, how they feared the fire that dwindled between my bones..

Speak of how I feel now,

How it's better to love than not at all because in those moments

Those moments, where lips were zipped between each other and hands shoelaced together, were miniature eternities that came often

Love is a reoccurring sacrifice that we all partake in,
A chance to give up one's heart to to take care of another's

A chance where someone can feel wanted, a place where we can be a spectacle in someone's atmosphere