silly crazy self loving heart.

silly crazy self loving heart.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

My sweet sweet lover

I want to thank you for being my friend.

Your silly crazy self loving heart

Has made me see behind my own masks

Showing me in Technicolor  that you are in fact, the greatest man in the world.

You let me wet your shoulders with my tears as you try to hear what I am not saying

Decoding all the reasons why sometimes I seem angry and sad at the same time.

At times you make me feel like I have gone off the deep end,

that when I open my eyes, someday you will be gone.

I am so afraid that you will vanish in the morning mist like

the spirits that live in my dream times.

But that day has never been realized and you tell me everyday

That there is never going to be a reason to look far and wide for you.

You tell me your hand will always be in mine,

 your heart will always belong to me.

I find myself lying awake in your bed when you are away

And I roll over and rest my face on your pillow which still smells like you

My sweet sweet man you have no idea,

How I cry and laugh at the same time, knowing that you love me.

This life of ours is Fourth of July sparklers and gale strength winds

We hold on for dear life

And for me, I brace myself every time I turn my eyes to you

Because you shine

Brighter that anyone I have ever known 

And I will tell our daughter when she falls in love

To trust her adolescent heart

After all mine brought me back to you

And I love you like a champion and I will fight for you forever

As long as you promise not to leave when I push you away.

For god broke the hearts of all the potential lovers that would follow you

The day he reminded me of your face.

© 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

Chicago, IL



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