Page 102 of Poems He Wrote

She wanted a wave

I gave her lips,

She wanted a smile

I gave her hands,

She wanted a touch

I gave her eyes,

She wanted a look

I gave her dreams,

She wanted peace

I gave her heart,

She wanted a beat

I gave her forever,

She wanted a minute

I gave her the sun,

She wanted the warmth

I gave her an escape,

She wanted salvation

My voice breaks on a silent sob, as I gape at the words, the paper crinkling in my hands. Goosebumps coat my shaking arms, as I recognize myself in the words. He gave me everything, and I never asked about the price of it. He thought he wasn’t enough. He thinks he isn’t enough… I let the paper fall, and grab another one.

What Was I To You

I was your dirty secret

On a dark summer night

A speck of dust on your palm

A name carved in the soft sand

On a silver lake shore

I was your ray of light

In the hour of the morning star

A touch that sends a shiver

And rolls down your body

A drop of color in all the white

I was your rainy cloud

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