Twenty-one Poems

I wrote twenty-one poems about meeting someone like you

and at least fifty after I actually did.

I also ripped them to shreds and threw them away.

You were just as beautiful as they told me you'd be.

You still are.

You were also just as dangerous.

Just as toxic.

I hope you understand that I can't keep you loving like this.

I can't keep loving you like a beautiful hurricane.

Like this is something that'll turn me into a better person.

I can't.

Not when you ruined me like that.

Home

You're packing up your sleeping bag,

Your lantern and tent,

And you're off to find the life you lost.

But you're not sure where it went.

And I hope the mountains teach you,

how to stand both tall & proud.

that you see your life much clearer

With your head held above the cloud.
I hope you swim through rivers

with their currents swift & fast.

That they show you must be careful

when you wash away your past.

I hope that you are humbled

by the vastness of the sea.

That the eagles high above you

make you feel like you're free.

I hope when night has fallen

And your fire is just a spark,

that the stars shine just to remind you

That there is beauty in the dark.

But most of all I'm hoping

that you're learning while you roam,

that no matter the distance

You can always come home.

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