Short poems by Me

Side note: None of these poems had official names so I'm kind of giving them now right off the bat.

"What You've Become" (originally posted Nov 16, 2024 - 9:13AM on TikTok) "Don't Dream It's Over" a cover done by SixpenceNoneTheRicher, originally by Crowded House.

I know inside what matters above all else, Holding your hand in mine, your single pinky finger, different with time is a miracle in itself. Every time we hold each other's hands I want to cry, To feel that trust in my grasp is more than I could have ever hoped for in my entire life, I was alone, I wanted to be alone...and I was left alone. I wanted, I was left, and I had left. But feeling your hold, I realized there wasn't the One for me. But now, I could be the One for you.

I was lucky and even now I am still lucky to be able to be beside you just for this. I didn't care what it meant in my younger years. Steadily, I have been trying to change things for some time. But, even if it's too late, if there's a chance to make the river of time flow again where it's run dry, I am taking the chance no matter the odds against. It is enough for me to make you realize I will be there always, even if my words seem to fall flat to you.

Remembering how small you were and seeing you tower over me now, I could not feel more pride than in this moment. There will never be enough words of time to tell you that I love you. I am thankful for the time I have to be beside you now that I understand how important it is to be by your side. Wherever I go, however you change, and whatever comes hereafter I will cherish those moments and always be there when you need me. To hold your hand in mine when you need me is all that is left of any dream I could have. This alone, all I need in this life, is to see you smile and that will be everything. Nothing else.

"I thought love died" (originally posted Nov 8, 2024 - 11:18PM on TikTok) - This one is supposed to be heard with the soundtrack by Stelvio Cipriani called "Anomino Veneziano" because it invokes to me a sensation of rememberance. Not necessarily nostalgia but something more active like a hope being reborn or the defrosting of winter at the rebirth of something like spring.

Many seasons have passed reminding us of the future we longed for. Slipping from our present grasp for so long was the hapiness you needed. My heart was bound by it's own hibernation, stubbornly, my cholds hand had put out the fire. Even in this cold winter, hastily, spring can be born. The colors begin amidst our sleeping world from sleep to the dawn of a new morning.Let your frail eyes open to the imagination that I will never disappear. Yet, even admist it all, a small sprout grew. Now at the cusp of the end of many winters, all the love born is just for you. Though much is frozen, a single miracle has brought warmth for us in the middle of the last blizzard. Not even the sudden chill can stop the sprout now. The threads of these little miracles have become many and entwined after much snow.

With or without your hand to hold, I will be waiting always just to hold yours. Just to help you, to guide you, to see you smile once more. Even if it takes the rest of the seasons left in my allotted life to be the embodiment of love and abundance for you, again, I will do it all. Alone or together.

"The Realization" (originally posted Nov 4, 2024, 8:59PM on TikTok)

Just having you in this world means everything, walking a sleep filled existence I was unable to see it then, Love is the ultimate performance, words will always fall through and even these ones will, unless...

Greeting that tomorrow, overcoming myself, to that dreaded tomorrow I so fear, I push that cowardly past me forward with who I am now. Now I want to be the one that is your corner in this world. Blind eyes back then, even with perfect vision, were selfish and did not see.

Now, thinking of you in my heart I want to be everything you need. Jumping despite fear, that is what performance is.