Structure

I want a poem

With one column

Two voices

Three stanzas

No rhyme

It should have depth

But not search my soul

For the abysmal eons of

Everything

And nothing

That has no impact

No crash

And leaves you falling

Falling

Falling

In love

It should answer more

Than it questions

It should leave me

Satisfied

With an urge to take in more

I want to be wrapped up

And saved

Take me home

Sit me down

Build me a castle

Then piece it apart

Weave stories around my head

That make me feel lost

With no chance of redemption

Kiss me on the cheek

And tell me its ok

All the while explaining

How the world has gone awry

With idiocy

It should be inspiring

But let me inspire it back

Word for word

Change for change

I want it to make my

Mind feel beautiful

When even my face doesn’t agree

Wish me luck

And tuck me in

A phone call late at night

When “It’s me,”

Means love

And makes me forget

About today

And regret tomorrow

Lead me into the

Deep darkness of your mind

So I can prove myself right

Let me crawl on the fence

And hear every footstep in the dark

Show me love is just a joke

It’s not real

It doesn’t exist

Stop looking

Give me an F

And box my face in failure

So I can learn

That running away

Was what shot me down

Let it splash on the

Surface of the future

Where forever isn’t

Quite long enough

Write me a poem

Short and sweet

But make it as sharp

And shining

And convoluted

As my mind.

-for phoebe.