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Makeshift Fort
We huddled in this makeshift fort. The one you built in our childhood home to chase away my blues. The wind howling like a lonely wolf, but you always have this way of making me forget about the world's complications. They just seemed to melt away when I was with you.
Board games scattered. I watched your brow furrow in concentration as you strategized your next move. The string lights cast a soft glow on your visage, highlighting the sprinkling of freckles across your nose. Making you look even more handsome—it was like I was seeing you in a whole new light. And when you said I was amazing and that college would be lucky to have me, it felt like a suffocating weight had lifted off my shoulders. In that moment, amidst the comfort chaos, my heart felt safe and strangely content.
You know, everything felt so overwhelming that night. But you never let the fog obscure your sight. 'Cause you believed in me in a way that transcended any doubt I harbored, like a warm summer rain.
Suddenly, it wasn't the grand life trajectory that frightened me; it was the idea of facing it all without you by my side.
You're not perfect. You could be oblivious at times, completely engrossed in your book while the world around you swirled. But your very own kind of magic made you all the more perfect for me.
The crashing waves on my horizon, but then the warmth that spread through me as you gently pressed your hand on mine. I knew I wasn't alone.
The dusty trunk morphed into a treasure trove. Our close friend became a battleground for laughter. Hearts entwined at last.
The storm outside raged on, but all I felt was peace. You were exactly what I needed.
—Flynn Caulfield
"And in this desolate terrain, I've lost you."
—Flynn Caulfield
Every corner holds a ghost of you.
—Flynn Caulfield
I don't wanna lose you, but I'm beginning to wonder if it's inevitable.
—Flynn Caulfield
I know I’m being dramatic, but it’s hard not to feel this way. I miss him so much. I miss us. I miss the life we had together. Maybe one day, I’ll find peace. But for now, I’ll just hold onto these memories, cherish them like a precious treasure.
—Flynn Caulfield (August, 2020)
North Star
I woke up feeling like the world was closing in on me. The silent specter crept into my thoughts. Every little thing seemed to be a sign. Oh, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. My guiding star seemed to be slipping from my grasp.
Was it my fault? In my eagerness to hold onto love, had I inadvertently pushed you away?
These questions pricked at my soul.
I'm a mess. Pacing back and forth. Every text, every call, every glance was scrutinized under a microscope.
When you knocked on my door, the lines of concern etched upon your brow, contrasted starkly with the playful twinkle in your eyes. You sat down beside me. Gentle words and reassuring touch. You strove so hard to dispel the clouds that had been looming over me, reminding me of the steadfast love that has always been our North Star. You said we're happy, we're in love, and there's no need to worry.
I know you love me, and I love you. I know I'm being irrational, but it’s hard not to feel this way. I tried to listen, but my mind was racing. Gosh, I'm so terrified of losing you. It's as if I'm standing on the precipice of a cliff, one misstep away from falling into the abyss.
But then you suggested we go out, have fun, and just enjoy each other's company. I hesitated. But somehow, something in your eyes convinced me.
And so we did. We spent the afternoon wandering through the park. The sunlight dappling our faces like golden confetti. As we sat on a bench, watching the world go by, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. For the first time in a long time, my heart was truly at ease. The darkness that had clouded my mind seemed to lift, revealing a sky filled with stars.
And that's when it hit me. I was stressing too much. This love is perfect. We're happy, we're in love, and there's no need to doubt it.
Maybe I just need to trust more. To let go of the fear. To believe that our love is strong enough to brave any tempest. It would endure, shining brightly through the darkest of nights.
Until then, I'll hold onto your hand tightly, hoping that it will be enough to keep me from drifting away.
© Flynn Caulfield
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London, two. A poem from my book, 412, available now. If you’d like to have your own copy, follow the website in my bio (@harrybpoetry). ———————— It’s been a while but I’m still writing poetry! I’m currently sitting on a lot of new material and it’ll probably turn into another book. I imagine I’ll upload some of it eventually but not right now. In the meantime, I’ve been working on a new format for uploading my work. I hope you like it as much as I do. ———————— Poem: Your buttoned sleeves, my tattered jeans, the day you had to leave to travel overseas. Now the distance widens with every passing second, the world won’t understand, just like you and my northern accent. ————————— #poet #poem #poetry #instapoet #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #writer #writers #writersofig #flower #poetryporn #instapoem #text #cutepoem #poetrysociety #poetrylovers #writersnetwork #creativewriting #typewriterpoetry #wordporn #writerslife #poetryisnotdead #wordsmith #typewriterseries #writerscommunity #typewriter #spilledink #writingcommunity #writings #instapoets (at Durham, Durham) https://www.instagram.com/p/B14SbWiAiLT/?igshid=ap73wgq65jj9