Greenlight

That was me,

not my twin brother

defeated among thrills 

of your thrift,

that sparing way

you spend your love for me,

withal extravagantly for her.

You turn me on along with

all that I'm insecure about

my anxieties and,

the fear of the unknown

as I see you here, 

you make a whole bunch of blood

run to my face once again, 

over and over again.

It's one hard thing to find 

that someone you love to love

some one your heart may

skip beats for someone-

for whom you may wide awake

in the middle of the night,

to ponder over and think all over, 

once again, and more all over again. 

A hard thing to find

someone who truly loves you,

that one someone 

who finds perfectness

in every snippet of your

perfect imperfections

someone to miss you,

even when gone a split second 

or an inch away from your lips.

Some other rare thing to find,

someone that loves you

one that you surely love too

a love story so rare where

synchronous hearts

may beat among hearts

yet once fallen asleep,

your eyes may close too.

Then all was I yours,

selflessly selfish for you,

whom I knew less then

now that I've known 

a lot even much better,

here for you a green light

to shine your way as you go

It's okay, 

ahead on you may go.

Was I such in a rush that,

I noticed not the humps,

stop signs and red lights?

I rushed and now see, 

how badly I crushed,

I hit but, I didn't run

for I was so broken,

so mutilated beyond repair.

november (the black poet)

*woes of a sombre heart*

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