i want to write a poem

i want to write a poem.
to paint a picture in words,
so you know the colors of leaves falling to my feet in my journey getting to you.

i want to write a poem,
to pour my soul out, letting it break the prison they call reality
letting it soar to you.

i want to write a poem,
because i know you like them, despite your constant whining of them being cheesy
-- hey, don't think i didn't catch you wiping the corner of your eye the other day.

i want to write a poem,
to embody my tears, my silent screams,
of love long gone and life long lost.

i want to write a poem,
of you,
for you.
always.

i want to write a poem,
but all i can think about is how your crinkled laughing eye
and the strands of purple in your hair blowing in the autumn wind

i want to write a poem,
but all i can remember is how you promised that you will stay
but you didn't
and i cannot forget.

i want to write a poem,
but you're not here and im all alone
and nobody gives a fuck about my poems anymore

i want to write a poem,
but i can't find heaven's postal code.




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Picture taken from my dorm room's window.