What I wrote in my free time. About Jasper. Hopefully I will write more.
Too long.
A poem for Jasper.
These cuts and scares don't make themselves.
The metals I've earned up on the shelves.
They bring me to another time.
Her ol' voice ringing a beautiful chime.
She changed me to what I am.
Who I began as.
What I didn't know, she taught me more of.
How to fight.
How to be.
How to.
And how.
I was bothered.
Bothered by myself.
Emotionless, fearless, lifeless, I became.
I wanted change.
Now she is standing there.
Fresh.
Lively.
I care.
She has foreseen what we could both be.
What monster I once was, is now gone.
I can't speak.
Beauty.
Affection.
Power.
I'm sorry ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am, I've kept you waiting.
Too long.
My arms are filled with what I once was.
Yet still am.
I knew she used us.
She used them.
To fight.
To win.
I don't know where she is..
I' don't care.
She hurt me.
I hurt others.
Without her, I don't have the one who makes things worth while.
That scares me more.
Fate.
Compassion.
Life.
What I live every day with a smile.
We belong.
We are.
One.
I'm sorry ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am, I've kept you waiting.
Too long.
Start over, fresh.
I tell the one he loves my story.
I don't edit.
The bloodcurdling tale, of what happens when reality gets in the way.
Now they all know.
Everyone.
And I can live the way I want.
I'm sorry ma'am.
I've kept you waiting.
Too long.