she has tail-lights for eyes
see her leaving all the time
but you cant wait to try her on
just for a good time
till you see
there is more to that reality
no home
no warm place to go back to
she has tail-lights for eyes
see her fading away all the the time
into the darkness that is your pasts

She is a natural disaster
confused and misunderstood
waiting on the promise you made
to help clear up
the hurricanes, tsunamis,
forest fires, the floods,
the self doubt, the grief,
the regrets, the 'shoulds'.
she is a natural disaster.
and you promised you'd be there after
to pick up the debris and aftermath,
to sweep away, the damage, the ash,
to help her dig amongst the rubble
and find and rediscover her smile, her laugh
to help her decipher between the
good and the trash
to help her crumble and then reconstruct
to help her rebuild
stronger foundations
than those laid
in her childhood.

It's not the best way to say it,
    just the easiest way,
so I won't say it. I'll do that for you.

I'll say instead that
    you are the music that plays
    in the background
        of all famously filmed kisses,
    unnoticed by most, but required
        and significant.

I'll say instead that
    you are the movement of
    a child chasing a sparrow
        through a meadow,
    glorious goal never minding
       the lack of grace.

I'll say instead, my girl, that
    you are the words
    that all the poets had in mind
        when they set out,
    with quills for swords,
        to slay the denial of beauty.

I can't do it anymore
I just can't pretend
That we are anything more than friends
It doesn't feel right
I feel like I am using you
While you are using me
Like a ******* I'm beginning to feel
The entire relationship seems surreal
I am morally bankrupt
Emotionally drained
Everyday I'm with you
It's not pleasure but pain
It's time that I end this silly charade
We both know it's wrong
I'm no longer afraid
I have to let you go my love
It's time to release my inner dove

I will never
write a poem
with the curves
and grace
that you possess. . .
or the thoughts and feelings
you instill on me
How can a man
describe or imagine
a woman who surpasses
the girl of his dreams?