Poetic Aesthetic

I wish there were a poetic way to remember back to the day, when I ripped my heart out of my chest, and preformed for you at my best. And there, when I was on my knees, I cried and yelled and begged you please. To take from me my last hope, and give me just a sense of home. But instead you looked me in the eye, and simply replied with a question, "Why?" So I explained to you my heartbreak, the landslides left in your wake. Explained to you all my pain, and how I'd do it all again, just to make it how it was, Torture myself again because the way you made me feel was real, the way our hearts beat was surreal. Pounding through my rib cage strong, not a single doubt of wrong doing. I knew that I was in the clear when you shared with me your deepest fear.

It was then you kneeled in front of me, and reminded me of what could be. I wanted nothing more than you, to make all of my dreams come true. And it was then, that night so clear, I showed to you what I held dear. The book I filled with scrawl of pen, memories of now and then.

It was then I realized my wish came true, Finally a new poem for you.