Poetry, Pierce Leon
I think I hate change
and I think I don’t like to admit that
holding on to people, memories
like leaves to a weary tree
when summer ends
and fall begins
I think I hate having to do things I don’t want to
like saying goodbye …
I don’t want to hear how
hard it is for you
you give a hug that betrays its purpose
and you cry the tears I can’t
like trading places …
with who I want to be
for the person I am now
being in a different bed, different city
seeing different faces
wearing different clothes
under different versions of you
I’m wistful
on the couch
I wonder if you saw me as fickle,
as fleeting as the first snowfall
on the coldest night of December
I wonder if it’s human nature
to want things to stay the same
I wonder if it’s alright
that I miss you
it’s been winter for the longest time
I hope there’s a spring breez
the next time we see each other
the wind, an intoxicated friend
you, no longer living
within the confines of my dreams
with this change,
I build a home
In my own arms
with this change
comes a quiet acceptance,
a sort of comfort
in the silent weight
of letting things be
Pierce Leon Vencer, 26, is a New York City based singer and writer. He recently graduated from Berklee College of Music with a Bachelor of Arts in Songwriting. He expresses his love for writing through aiding artists in recording studios, and exploring different avenues to cultivate his creative writing. Find him on Instagram @pierceleonnn