may

2014: May

may was made up of days of feeling to big for this

vessel made of skin and bones.

i have spent so many years painting myself

to become non existent that when i finally spoke,

and avalanche of words tumbled out,

and the voice that accompanied it was

the sound of the forgotten.

i saw you coming from a mile away but i was

never good at preparation so when you crashed

into my life, i fell hard.

you whispered the world in to my ears and took

my hand.

don''t look back, you said.

there's nothing left for us here.

i have spent the whole of may trying not to bury

words deep into my heart but when you breathed

i love you into me,

i carved my chest just to fit those words safely

into my heart.