fondest memory

Sometimes I get tired of writing poetry
And I just want to talk to a blank page,
Tell it everything, the sadness, the heartache
The incoherent rage, sometimes I like the smell of hell
Setting the pages on fire, we all have scares, we breath
We are all soul's just seeking desire,
I love, love though I also hate it, they way it confines
The torturous climb, the weight of the fall, that blood nobody can see,
the ghostly thoughts that plague the memory,
the sound of silence after the final word, the caged heart clipped wing's
of a bird, one that's ment to fly, that aching feeling upon realizing
there's no cloud nine within the sky,I like to dream of flying,
but I'm always falling instead, nothing compares to the ending, when you wake up in your bed, alone stone on a vast shore, dying to touch the sea,
empty emptiness, just the likes of me, I love, love though I hate it,
the way the longing and loss dig deep, the way the Windows view out towards
Forever, but forever it couldn't keep, I'd love to love somebody like me,
who fights with all their might to find that part of soul,
and dies to hold it tight, I've not yet given in, I have blisters
upon my skin, I'm aging beneath the moon and the dynamic duo the sun,
I hope, to find him somewhere, the chosen one,
the only soul who won't let go, when things get a little dark, when tragedy strikes the cores of our pores and we can hardly breath, I hope to find
the one who never wishes to leave, one who believes in me ,
as I to truly believe in them, taking up the dress dragging behind, hiking up my hem, I'm not done just yet, I wish to dance along the shores
bearing our feet within the sand, holding onto love with life,
within our hands, kiss when the lights go out, and wake to each other's eyes
carress beneath a rainbow, make love beneath the starry skies, I'm a dreamer
without a net to take away the fears, I know you are out there somewhere,
beyond the turning years ,just know I already love you, and long for your
sweet touch, a chemistry professor once said, such things you shouldn't touch,
I'm awaiting that inferno, that burning in my crutch, gentle slow soft kisses
I miss you now so much, just know I already love you,
beyond my battle scares and debris, you the type of love barring any woman to her knees, just know I already love you, forever aiming to please,
such a love like this, one would call a disease, I'm am dying in your absence
Rebirthing as time relieves, every ounce of heartache not a fragment
To be found, it is you still traveling, taking the Long way around, just know I love you already, just know I'll wait within time, until our hearts do meet again upon our solid ground, vanishing all the pain, I love, love
although it leaves a stain, it's still the fondest memory,
A heart could ever contain.

nardine Sanderson 16/09/2015.