I’ve listened to every love song imaginable. Fantasized about fatherhood and envisioned a family.
I’ve chased this dream and left a trail of ruins.
Seldomly looking back to help the ones I’ve hurt
I’ve tried to love and failed.
But to love, is to be vulnerable
and vulnerability and I have never seen eye to eye.
I can’t even let people in past a certain surface level.
But you, you could level me with your eyes.
You admitted you were as cold as ice.
You briefly allowed me hold you.
It shocked me a little
You melted on contact with my palm.
You slipped through my fingers
I wasn’t surprised.
I wonder how many crayons I broke in half
attempting to draw the perfect picture.
One that looks so life-like.
Attempting to color you back in my life like
this rainbow never used to be black and white.
I’ve become sketches and outlines.
This plateau used to be alpines.