Too Much by Tyler Ford

do you remember the first time you were called annoying? 
how your breath stopped short in your chest 
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue?
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.

you're 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for "too long," 
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven't jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.

there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, y our heart; 
mostly because they can't handle their own. but you will never be and have never been
"too much."
from Poetry July/August 2015

do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your
cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that
got lost on your tongue?
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.

you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you
talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than
3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.

there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty,
your wisdom, y our heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own. but you will never be
and have never been
“too much.”

~Tyler Ford

Secret Moonlight

There’s a secret moonlight in your eyes
behind the excesses of a busy day
the layers that you’ve laid upon our soul
when your thoughts don’t match the words you say

There’s a silent scream behind your tongue
the one that patiently awaits permission
till everyone sleeps, adrift in their dreams
but instead, you bite your scream into submission

There’s a deep yearning behind your smile
the one that wants nothing more but to be let out
set free upon a world with so many rules
so you can break them all, rip their hearts out

There’s a buried rage inside your clenched fist
the one that wants to be let loose
fighting back against the world’s rage
as you pull yourself free from its noose

There’s that secret moonlight behind your eyes again
I see it clearly now  just as I see myself
Both of us needing to be free at last,
step out of that long-open cage, and let the fears melt.

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