Souls

I got blindsided the other day

No correction I got bulldozed cause I still haven’t quiet recovered yet

I was told my friend died from cancer and that the route cause

Was me

You see as I fumble with my decisions I decay and tend to irradiate the things around me

And instead of deciding to leave

He decided to stay and he rotted from the inside out

For all of his loyalty all he received was death

All he wanted in life was to keep his own thoughts and write his own dreams down on the souls of his shoes so when he walked they would get stamped on side walks

He desperately just wanted to be known

To be quoted

They told me sorry because they buried him before I could say good bye

But I don’t believe them when they say he is six feet down cause he still walks next to me

And sometimes I have to blink a couple times to make sure he is still there

Because he tends to walks to quietly for me to hear

But lately he keeps stomping out those quotes and notes

And at times I hear his feet as they slip and skid

He does that so that the words blurr hoping I will trip on them

He is here to inspire me to write my story down on the souls of my shoes

But I am here to survive

I wrote my story on the walls of my heart hoping that it would protect me

But it didn’t cause he seeped in somehow

And he spilt my stories and they stuck

They stuck to the walls and windows

To the floors and skies

And now I am left open again

And he can’t help but laugh because the thoughts he wrote down on his souls was the same that was written on mine

He is my childhood

He is the innocent boy who believes he can be anything

And he refuses to choose for fear of killing off his options

And when told to make a decision he just tells people he can’t

He is a pacifist

He is the dreamer

And he still sticks to me

If you don’t believe me he standing right here

He just won’t leave me alone anymore

He causes me to weigh my options way to long

And even when I choose

 I just can’t cut loose because I still cherish the chance with doubt

And I still keep reading the skies

Hoping to collect my stories again

But my tongue keeps on slipping out more secrets

I just have to close that window you see

I found door but there seems to be just to many windows

And my friend just keeps creeping in

And writing more things down on the souls of his shoes

He just doesn’t understand that crossing paths again

Means he causes me to decay a little more

And I irradiate everyone surrounding me

But he doesn’t see it that way

He watches me explode

And smiles as he sees me spit flames again

Our favorite stories were the ones in which there were dragons

And he always knew that we could be one

That flying was only glorious if you could be seen

But people kept telling him that it wasn’t possible

And I kept the thought locked in with doubt

But he knew what he wanted

He just wanted to be a dragon

The one that breathe words

And makes the earth quake as they stomp out their thoughts

So he keeps next to me hoping to have a heart beat again

And I stand up here hoping to revive him

You can read my mind just looks around

But I have to ask you

Please please don’t take my shoes

They are the only things that I want to write with anymore

They are worn and torn

But they are valuable cause I have my stories

Written all over my souls