traveling-poems07

[traveling-poems07]

I'm not normally one for:

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times"

Yet here we are,

Because it truly is,

It is the best,

And it is the worst,

I am surrounded by the most beautiful mountains,

The most scenic rivers,

And the most amazing people, many of whom where strangers a few short months ago,

People who were strangers that quickly became people I'd lie, cheat, and steal for,

People who became family before I'd even realized,

Yet somehow,

Every single rotten part of my soul somehow manages to creep out,

Every part of my being that is unhealed,

Hurt and broken,

Comes to the surface,

And I bite like a wounded dog,

I bite the ones I care about,

And bark at anyone that comes to close,

And I can't figure out why…

The mountains heal, and forgive,

And the river washes away my sins

But I can never rid my hands of the blood I've drawn from my wounded bites on other people,

People, that I care about,

But will one day be strangers again.

[traveling-poems07]

I know what's meant for me will either stay or come back,

I know that if we're meant to be we will be,

I just cant handle the thought of not having you right now,

And I know that makes me a selfish, impatient, fool,

I know we aren't meant to be right now,

I'm just so afraid that means we won't ever be,

I know that makes me naive,

Because there's no way we aren't fated, star-crossed, indefinite,

You are my proof that the red string theory is true,

That it isn't just a theory,

We were always going to end up here,

No matter how far we go,

No matter how much time has passed, I know we are connected,

I know we always will be,

I just know this love will survive,

Even if I don't