They sat together, one resting their head on the others lap. The world around them was darkening, lulling the creatures of the day to halt their mischief. The first looked up at the second.
“You’re always talking about love and all that stuff.”
The second moved from their thoughts. “Yeah, and?”
The first let out a puff of air from within their lungs, “Well, you know me better than anyone. And I know you just as well. And we make each other laugh. And we’ve seen each other cry. So, do you think you could love me?”
So the second sat there in silence. Contemplating the great question, Can I open up my heart to them? And, if I’d didn’t work out? Then its the greater question to answer; would it hurt more to break a heart, or to be broken hearted?
April 17th is poem in your pocket day and my school is celebrating with a poetry reading. I’m going to put together a collaboration of a bunch of my pieces. Anything you guys feel I should definitely draw from?
I want someone to remember me, but not just me me. I want something I said to stick with them. I want someone to say, ‘This one thing she said changed my life’. I don’t know why, but I do. I don’t care if after I die if everyone forgets me. That is going to happen no matter what. But I feel like, if while I’m living, that if someone I barely know can say I did something to help their life without trying, I would be so humbled and honored. Is there something I’ve written thus far that has effected you in anyway?