THE YOU

It feels like the rain brainwashed me

Everything that I knew about you was carried away by the erosion

And now my brain feels brand new

Can I store the you you are?

Or maybe the you only I should know?

There are a lot of versions of you out there

But somehow I was drawn to the brightness I saw

I would like to open the curtains and let you in

Let's have our own little secret

I might sound like the air after a storm

Beautiful and assuring

But I want to be the light in the middle of a storm

Your only safe place

Take this hand and walk down to the beach with me

I would like to stare at your radiant eyes under the sunset

Can I store the you you are?

This space is only for you

Everything else is giving errors and lots of headaches

Ariane Dushime

here is another poem that was developed from one I made for someone else who wanted to confess. I don't remember if it was delivered but it was fun to write.