This is it, This is it

A Poem by Amber

Because of "In these night recitations we create a space between things as we felt them at the time and as we speak them now. This is the space reserved for irony, sympathy and fond amusement, the means by which we rescue ourselves from the past." - The A

I lost my mind with the heat of
the music, went from louder
to worse but never meant to use it,
and I'll admit
that it's scary to watch
'ever' leave 'for' and
sometimes when it's dark,
I believe you.

I lost my heart with the rush
of the air, and the wind didn't
show any signs to compare,
and I'll admit
that it's scary to watch
you walk out the door and
sometimes when it's cold
I leave you.

I lost my skin when
you crawled underneath, and
the monitor's beep keeps me
calm and complete,
and I'll admit
that it's scary to watch
the sun make it's rounds and
sometimes when i'm scared
I need you.

I lost my thoughts when they
crashed like a train, and the
whole city's making bargains for
rain and I'll admit
that it's scary to watch
the world go without and
sometimes when I'm sane,
I see you.

I lost my hope with the tick
of the clock, the reminder of time
holding hostage our talk
and I'll admit
that it's scary to watch
silence prevail and
sometimes when I'm home,
I deceive you.

I lost myself with the
rock of the waves, and maybe I
forgot, but I never forgave,
and I'll admit
that it's scary to watch
the world coming down and
sometimes when I'm sad
I un-weave you.

I lost the world with the
brush of your palm, and I
thought running slower would
make you calm and
I'll admit
that it's scary to watch
you promise you can't, and
sometimes when it's dark,
I believe you.