And I Won't Keep in Touch

Tell me something I don’t already know.

Well I guess then it’s time for me to go.

The pass is glued behind me,

with stacks of love letters and friends I could never afford to own.

 

When I think of the distance it makes me sick.

All the lines I drew in the sand with sharp rocks and sticks.

These are the lines I continue to cross,

but I’ll but walking around in circles

because I much too proud to admit I’m lost.

 

But my bags are already packed,

I can’t wait to lose all contact.

I’m running away from the constant summer rains,

and I’m afraid I won’t be coming back.

 

There’s know need to whisper,

everyone already knows the plan.

There are two different maps drawn in my hands. 

The first where I walk the coast of the Atlantic,

where I’d find a graveyard of hopes and dreams upon sunken ships.

These are the kinds of things that make the best of men panic,

they may become hysterical and fanatic,

but the reward is wroth the wait. 

 

The second is the last thing I’d want to do.

To continue crossing the same bridges I’ve been crossing,

but not without having the thoughts of jumping.

Without having nothing to hold on to.

All the would be thoughts of pursuit would soon be gone,

like a dream deferred of growing up

and running away from home.

 

 

Author's Note

It's about finishing school and going to college.

Reviews

[SomeOwl]

I can really relate to this poem, I'm very glad I found it. Its honest and very relatable. I love it :)