Happy Fourteenth

[thecrazybeautiful]

So this is one of the few poems I've got that's completely about a person I know, or knew in this case. Haven't seen him in months, but tomorrow's his birthday (exactly two weeks after mine), and I thought I should at least do something. Oh, and by the way, I put the word 'forget' in here as two words, but that's on purpose. The guy thought it was two words, so yeah.

Happy Fourteenth

I would say happy birthday to you
but my words are like terrorists,
they're watched by the borders.

You are the peace
shining from everywhere,
but you are the war
that started this all.

And I wish I would have dived
into the blood near your knee
so I'd have just one real look
at how they used to move.
(You used to run,
remember.)

I hold you to
your word to never for
get.

No matter who you used to be
- I know your old photos
..I saw the same world -
I'll still feel how you
set monarchs loose in my stomach,
and shook the heart in my chest.

You weren't a part of me
for two weeks of my life,
but I'm willing to go back
and have something like that
if it means I get my last words in.

Happy fourteenth,
and I wont for get
you either.

[Laura]

I'm unsure about the forget split the second time ... but this was so beautiful it doesn't matter. It's a birthday poem but a love poem. The way it sounds is just so heart wrenching and it's so lovely. I see a lot of poets your age writing about love and it's all the same and it doesn't sound at all real. This sounds mature and real ... somehow, your mind must be more advanced

"but my words are like terrorists,
they're watched by the borders"

--chilling, really.

"And I wish I would have dived
into the blood near your knee
so I'd have just one real look
at how they used to move"

--the image of this is simply divine. Thank you so much for posting this one.