The Train Station at 4 AM

2015-01-21 05:11

It's been nearly five years
since your eighteenth birthday,
and I'm still living inside
the cracks on your rib cage,
chained to an endless hunger
for the drums of your heartbeats

When I said "I love you" the first time
I already knew that I was doomed
to self-destruct due to this obsession;
that no matter how many years of pain pass
I would still be keeping that promise

I'm still keeping it even though it's been
five years since your eighteenth birthday
ended at that train station four in the morning
where I for the first time read you
the only honest love poem I've ever written

That was probably the most important
poem I've ever created, even to this day.
I finally understood love seriously enough
for me to write that declaration of war,
and even five years later I wonder
if it still hangs on your bedroom wall

But love could never be as easy as that,
or simple enough for it to flourish
past our ghosts becoming prison cages

Yet at that night,
at that train station at 4 AM

I promised you that I will love you forever,
and no matter how much I've tried not to,
I am still keeping that promise.