arise
   in small steps go up in cadence
go higher in volume raise intensity feel
the growth tap a foot fast then faster soft then
louder tap tap tap    beat against the floor keep pace call out
   my name  I am
the maestro you are a prima donna
this concertina is playing this our heart strings plucked sweetness and sound growing in volume in density I scream hear your bravo!!!
I return, Bellissimo!!!

You carve your words into my heart like I carved our names into a tree.
It is against nature,
But it's exactly how it ought to be.

You carve your words into my heart like I will carve this knife across my wrist.
There's blood and emotion.
But I know I won't be missed.

You're like a good book
I can't stop thinking about you
I want to get to know all of you
You're mysterious
You're wonderful
Your existence seriously affects the way I exist
but my existence doesn't affect yours at all

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The cold mouth of the bottle
never told me it loved me,
but, it never told me it hated me neither.
It never spouted a geyser of derision
designed to drown my heart,
and brow beat me into submission.
It  never caressed my cheek,
a second before trying to scratch out my eyes.
It never called the lone declaration of my affection
a pack of halfassed lies.
It might **** me one day,
suffocate my brain, and perforate my liver...
But, the bottle never told me it loved me,
before trying to destroy me.

Leave me alone
get out of my head
when did you set up shop here anyway
I can remember,
but it feels like a while ago

sitting in the foyer
sink into the black cushions
deep into the folds snuggled in
like one of your hugs
pulled in close to your heart.
facing the window
eyes never leaving the door
for you might walk in

I wrote this a long time ago
staring at a coffee stained napkin
with my pen at hand,

You called as I was thinking of you
deep in thought about your eyes
your hair, your mouth
over a cup of coffee.
scratching down a poem
on a coffee stained napkin
eye on the door
always has been since you left

but you called and broke my thought
broke it into a thousand pieces
and my heart stuttered at the voice I heard
at the laughter that came from within you

I can’t remember the last time I heard that voice
the last time I heard that laugh
the last time i stopped looking at the door
waiting for a miracle
for you to walk in
or i to walk out to you

then you called
and with that call
you changed everything
lump in my throat
dazed and confused
lit up like a light bulb
the happiest on earth
just that
a phone call
and im yours all over again.
Fully rooted deep in my head
never alone.