Complying

Unable to comply, your feelings are in progress.
Feelings are completed, but I’m still not complying.
I’m finding it just a little hard to fathom.
Just a little difficult to believe.
I’m starting to think you’re gone crazy,
I think you’re lost your mind.
I Know you have to be joking.

In the past, we’ve made a lot of progress.
And we were both able to comply with everything.
I remember hearing that ‘Blood is thicker than water’
You and I have bled a lot together.
And I remember the rain upon your face,
Or were those your tears?

Your laughter was short and to the point,
Like everything else you did.
Time seemed to be on my side,
I felt like I knew you since I was a kid.
And I remember your cheeks growing red,
Either from laughter, or the cold.

Your tears were few, but always silent.
Out of all your talents, you were exceptional at being quiet.
You hid your wings under your blazer, or your dresses.
I don’t know why, but I was determined to set those wings free.
I wanted to see you soar higher than I ever would be able to.

I saw something in you not even your lover did,
And I felt that I held the treasure map.
So I set on a quest to bring forth the best in you,
And I was able to succeed.
But when I found your treasure, the trap was sprung.
And now I lie at the bottom of a hole.

The genius of the hole is well known,
You can spend years climbing out, only to have the hand that should of saved you,
Push you all the way back down. Making the hope deeper, and deeper.
When you fall down a hole it knocks the wind out of you.
Then a quote famous to me pops into my mind:
“Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
As I write this, I still lay in that hole. But I’m smiling…
Despite the fact you pushed me, despite the fact you’re over me.
Above, in the clouds, I still see you soar.