The Way To Go.

These images, they can't capture me,

These memories, they can't forget me,

These hands, they can't hold me,

These words, they can't hurt me,

These ropes, they can't restrain me,

These knives, they can't cut me,

These guns, they can't kill me,

These people, they can't get to me,

These legs, they can't catch me,

These eyes, they can't pierce me,

These weights, they can't slow me,

These walls, they can't keep me,

These songs, they can't melt me,

These people, they can't end me,

Not while I still have you.

No blade, they say,

Can reach me,

No bullet, they say,

Can penetrate me,

No distance, they say,

Can keep me,

No harm, they say,

Can come to me,

While I am thinking of you.

Reviews

[KrustyKyle]

It makes me think of a lost lover, as if somehow thinking of the memories of that person keep you safe.

[TheOneWhoNotices]

This poem is gorgeous!!! The rhythm in it is perfect!

[Cortana]

It makes me wonder about the 'you'.
Reads like a flirtation with death.