Get Out While You Still Can

The issue with an unfinished poem is that perhaps it will become necessary to change the ending. It can start out happy and positive but life can affect the outcome of the poem. So you will see an abrupt shift in attitude in this poem. It is what it is.

 Between you and I just a couple of dreams and a few tears
Both trembling as fate nears
And the crowd jeers.
Unafraid I face those who rose to the challenge
Of expressing oneself and wilding out fuck the right route
Never knew what it was
And I never knew what I was capable of
Until I switched my perspective to a view from above.
If we can survive push to shove that's love.
And after that who really cares
As fate stares
And time passes
I draw your name on my notebook during classes
Just a sucker for those eyes and that smile
I lean back close my eyes think of you awhile.
Getting to that part of the song where the beat hits
I want to grab your hand and dance to life.

Your something like my light
Something like a doctor staying overnight cause they believe in my fight.
The last thing I remember was hands on my chest.
Breath on my face.
Lips on mine.
Could have been you or the doctor trying to save my life.
 "He's got chest wounds, someone's cut him deep with a knife"
Family stressing in the waiting room.
Mother with a creased face.
"My devon, couldn't keep a girl if it was to save his life"

And I'm awake but not awake as the scene unfolds.

We had just had dinner on some patio in some city
and we we're walking back to my place
and i'm noticing how pretty the lights are against the night sky
like how darkness can make things illuminate
like rising above it all and shining
and just like that she's talking
and i feel myself going down this tunnel.
this feeling of how she's ending things.
and i'm just saying hello to fate
as it creeps on me at the most unexpected moments
and from that moment
it was just like that time
and any other time before
when they left.
enjoyed the ride
came and went like the tide

So now i'm back to skipping rocks along the water.
Holding my brother and mother close like life rafts.
Scared everyones going to take off.
To chase ideals I don't seem to meet.
"It's not you it's me".
But no seriously fuck you for saying that because it is me.
But it's not a matter of me trying to change.
It's a matter of me finding someone who appreciates me.

I was pretty rattled last night.
Went for a walk with no destination in mind.
And as always I found myself alone.
It's been awhile but I blew some smoke.
Watching the smoke enter the night sky.
And a strange cold draft came on that hot humid night.
And I shivered and held myself.
Realizing this is my life trying to tell me something.
Get out while you still can devon.