the ceiling was no consolation prize.

not suicidal, i swear.

i once thought you were more beautiful than me
more special
more incredible

incredibly

it is not what it seems to be.

as we gaze at each other
through half-hazy eyes,
i realize

it is the broken who need the healing
the old who need the breathing
the eyes who need the seeing


and i could never touch the sky
without the ladder of your eyes
because the ceiling, for me,
was no consolation prize

so we trace each other's arms
with our fingertips,
reducing ourselves down to

edges and angles
and curves in lines on paper

and i realize
we are so

tiny

and we were

made

the

same.

and i am good enough for you
but it's our choices that pull us through

and so you didn't choose me
but i wouldn't disagree.

so i'll change my name
and leave this place

and live among the clouds.

because up there,
no one cares


if my silence is so loud.

Author's Note

relate at all?

Reviews

[Jonathan Ballam]

I can definitely relate to this. I love the title, it just seems to stick. This is very unusual for a love poem. I particularly like the ending you have chosen.

[Butterflymom]

"and i could never touch the sky
without the ladder of your eyes
because the ceiling, for me,
was no consolation prize"

This is beautiful, fresh, original, and very creative! Brillant piece, well penned, and nice imagery. Terrific poem. Thank you so much for sharing this.

[Wolfe Greytome]

I can't say that I relate to this one, but it is still well written.