deeper than words

never mind my imperfections, this is a fact.
in the journey of growing old,
imagine the places we could go
if you took me out of that, now small, box.
what if those missing pieces
were there all along
constrained by the walls of past mistakes.
allow me to color outside the lines,
and paint you a new picture.

standing in the magnitude of your wake
as each crashing wave pulls and pushes
the sand concaving around me,
sinking deeper.
like the water, you come and go
as I stand in the same spot
allowing it all to unfold
wondering when you will permanently stay
as nothing makes sense without you.

a feast,
giving the best of you
for others to enjoy.
meanwhile, saving the leftovers for home,
good enough for the scraps.

teetering on the brink
of losing it all,
or maybe
the start of something beautiful,
on the brink of everything.

my desire for you,
isn’t based on a shallow need
but in the way of making
this one life worthwhile.

the scars are still fresh,
still bleeding to the touch.
even still, no longer running away,
the only way out is through.

those fears you’re running from
are the very same shadows
that will always come looking for you.
face them, at least you won’t be alone.

l’amore conquista tutto,
ma solo se tu vuoi.

… those same small details
now a distant memory
faded by the distance 
fueled by the silence.
wondering around,
a long way from home.