You hate my poems
You say they take me from you
that they're pointless
a waste of time
maybe you're right.
You read them,
just the words as they fall,
and say you get nothing
just syllables.
I have lost count
of the sighs and eyerolls,
the you have no talents,
they sit in a memory box
along with the times you've asked me to stop.
Stop.
Just like that.
Stop pouring myself onto paper,
Stop looking for beauty in darkness,
Stop healing.
You prefer me broken, fragile, dependant,
the girl you took from nowhere to god knows where
a once pretty, broken thing
to hang silently from your arm
while you talk proudly of the soul that you saved.
You fear that my writing will end us.
I fear that my stopping will end me.

I want to love you with reckless abandon, no concerns of betrayal, no doubt about your love for me, no fear of ultimate rejection.

I want to hold you close, feel the warmth of your body, listen to the slow beat of your heart, knowing it is filled with love for me.

I want to traverse the seemingly endless expanse of your mind, vanquishing your doubts, fears, and sadness.

I want to shed light on the darkest recesses of your soul and vigorously trample the evil that haunts you, I want to set you free.

I desire with all my soul to bring you peace, joy, and comfort.

I beg God for the opportunity to show you the sweetness of life, to endlessly kiss your lips with the nectar of unconditional love.

I beg for your heart to open and accept me, all of me, without any hesitation.

May I be so blessed that you will love me this deeply and freely. Let me live in your heart my sweet angel, show me you love me, and I will bring you all I am and all I ever will be.

I don't know where
        I'm going
    or quite exactly
            where I want to be.

             I just know that
my feet keep moving,
                  my heart keeps beating,
      and there's nothing
              standing
            in my way.

and although I've come to
admire the heavy bags
under your chestnut eyes,
I hate to think of the demons
that keep you restless
through the night.

you are what keeps me sane
and gives me peace during
the long summer nights,
I just wish I could repay the favor.

{hjl}

yours is all I ever want to be.

----you never paid
much
    attention
           to                                                    
                interesting
                                places
until you became one


      you never paid
much
    attention
           to                              
                breathless­
                              thoughts
until you became one


      you never paid
much
    attention
           to
                happiness
until you became one


      you never paid
much
    attention
           to
                the worth of
                            someone's time
until you became one


      you never paid
much  
    attention
          to
                 secrets
                        hidden on journals
until you became one


      you never paid
much  
    attention
          to
                 love
until you became one