You and Me

My poetry doesn’t rhyme
It’s awkward and uncertain

But here I go again
Pulling back the ropes to my clumsy curtain

Yes, you woke me up
From a nightmare I’d been living

But you are not my healer
You need not mend my delicate wounds

For they were not inflicted
By someone as kind as you.

And know I’m not a fool
I know most things don’t last.

Yet somehow here I stand
Willingly giving you my heart made of glass.

I know monsters lurk in every corner
And darkness loves to play

Sinister and unending
It tears us both away

But I’m no foreigner
To the depths from below

I’ve let you see my weaknesses
So you can see that I can grow

And in the end, my darkness is my own
I chose to show you, because I know I’m not alone.

I’ve always had this feeling, deep within
Something I know but cannot know

I fear not what’s yet to be
Because I know there is something more

Of what could become
Of you and me

-K.M.