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And now my greatest battle will be
this unchained melody
In my heart
From not having you next to me.
To shut the door on the past and step
blindly
into the abyss
no destination intact
the only direction set in the Compass - to move forward.
So I drove
back and forth
on the Rim of the World Hwy
and the beauty of its name reminded me
That I was beautiful
That some things are beautiful for no reason.
Not everyone needs to pretend to love their girlfriend just
because their mother is dying
or because they’re afraid of a change in season…
Anyway
I don’t have a pretty couplet to give resolution to this poem
nothing very eloquent to say
except that I was brave
and it would’ve been easier to stay
I need this to be the definition of my boyfriend and we're talking about Dylan O'brien
Two blue steel trains run through the tunnels of your cool blur steel eyes
Vernon
Rock quarry
The vastness of which that has nothing on my beautiful mind
Dylan
I hear Dylan when I look at you
I can see it on my arm in invisible ink like a tattoo
The yin to my yang
The toughness to my unending softness
A striking example of masculinity
Firm in your verticality
Sure in your confrontation against all elements and duality
The sun to my wilting Daisy
The earth to the wildflower that doesn't care where it grows
Because captains aren't like poets
They don't make metaphors between the sea and sky.
And as I thought to myself
That's why I write.
All of this circumnavigating the earth
Was to get back to my life
6 trips to the moon for my poetry to arise
I'm not a captain
I'm not a pilot
I write
I write.
As the last person's lights flooded over my windshield
The night became very quiet
And I thought-
If I go back and end it
How would I handle driving down your street and it becoming a distant memory
Not reality
No longer sweet
Sweet the way it tastes in my mouth to say your name
Sweet like when I was young, driving down those roads before we were done
Before any big battles were lost or won
Unbeknownst to everyone
Except for you and I.
Last year when I wrote you my last letter
(The beginning of my future poetry)
I acknowledged who you were for the first time
I didn't call you by any other name
I let you know that I knew the true nature of your heart-
That is evil
That it convinced me that darkness is real
That devil is a real devil
And that monsters don't always know they are monsters
