Literature
exit stage left
if this were a movie, this would be the moment
i break down crying in your arms and i tell you
every little thing about myself that i’ve learned
to hate at four in the morning when i wake up
and ask myself why i’m still alone and you would piece my world
back together with your hands and a simple phrase and i would
no longer want to cry all the damn time and i would
want to leave the house and actually end up leaving the house
and if this were a movie that would be the climax and
that would be the ending scene, us
falling to the ground, me in your arms,
me with my make up running, me thanking god
that i met you, you holding