when you ask me to be your friend when you ask me to sit with you those are the moments i feel enough
when there is only quiet and the sound of your breathing and all this noise inside of me goes away those are the moments where the silence demands confession
when i am walking with you and we are alone and the journey ends before it should those are moments i wish your hand wasn't a trespass zone of if-i-coulds
when i miss you more than you know and i wish you could - those are moments maybe telling you would be the lesser evil
these are moments when the i love yous
deafen rage and scream - but they never will be loud enough for you
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
i miss your voice the smell of your cologne i miss you
leaning in for a whisper and you were there you were
everywhere
and now you're
not
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
i can feel you
distancing yourself from me
i can feel continental drift
i wonder, do the shoes
you wear to run from me
have holes in them?
or do you go barefoot
careful not to make a sound
in your retreat. "cover your tracks & don't look back" i imagine
your demons whisper daily
as you are growing fond of me
i wonder if your heart puts up a fight when you want to see me
or if it's a massacre
& the demons dance
on dreams you have
of us holding hands
do you wander to your car
only to find yourself back in bed?
do you put your makeup on
just to take if off again?
is your imagination of me
a graveyard, or a pair of open arms
that are inches away
but just out of reach?
you see, what i've been so afraid
to tell you for so long,
why i feign sometimes
before speaking
careful not to tell you
all my unspoken promises,
it has to do with the night you had your head on my chest and confessed you never thought my heart
could beat like hummingbird wings:
i apologize for my silence
what i've been trying to say
is that my heart hasn't slowed down
since the day we drank coffee together
continents apart
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet
for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind
sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme
write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say
beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC