Beautiful Memories Are a Suicide

I can hardly take it.

Sitting on your creaky porch,

rotting wood and rusted metal

the taste of salt on our tongues.

I look to you,

your hair, too short 

to fly in the wind,

while mine wraps

it's wispy arms around

my freckled cheeks

and, I wonder:

is this truly happiness?

There's a gap between our sweaty bodies,

and our hands aren't touching

but our hearts are racing

and our mouths are smiling

because being together

was nothing short of 

wonderful

We were just two teens,

thinking we were in love

until the next little problem came...

and we crumbled as fast as we were built.

Like the silly lumps of sand,

who stand only invincible 

and strong, on the shore,

for as long as the waves 

let them

And, of course,

there are times

when I get a flicker

of your face, and

in that brief second 

that I hold your memory

I feel my heart sink, 

so much deeper than it's ever been.

I lose my balance,

thoughts evaporate into the air,

and I feel the water seep 

from the pores in my eyes.

Guess I'm giving back to the ocean,

what it took from me