You watch a movie
About a girl with cancer
Dying in a hospital,
A boy who loves her holding her hand.
You start to cry,
Because that was you,
Sitting in a bed waiting to die.
Sweetie
They call you, the nurses,
You have a brain tumor,
They tell you.
And it’s growing,
It’s inoperable,
Dead center of your head.

Dead.
They use that word.

You are dying,
Because your cells are trying too hard,
Just like you do everyday.
You are crying now watching this movie,
That girl was you.
Dying.
Scared,
In a Boston hospital room.
Numb.
Except no one was holding my hand,
No one is.

Now you lie
Awake at night,
Few years later,
Torturing yourself.
What if it grows back?

I write
           Words
In odd places
  In ways
                   And in times
For a reader
            Who
    Plays
         With the rhymes in
Their minds as
      They wish for a lover
A beginning
An end
To rid of their enemy, beloved

And friend.

While i write
         These words
      In bla
Ck and whi
Te.  
You
       Will
                See the colours of your own

flight

I will write you songs
Songs that match the pitch of your beating heart

I will write you stories
Stories that explain the love you left at my feet

I will play games
Games that are played just like the way you kissed me

But I will also sing, dance, and run
Because I am better now
Than I ever was
With you

She kissed him
And I cried
They fell
and I died
He loved her
More than he ever loved me
She loved him
More than ever could be