Last drop of honey,
The spell has been released,
See you in my dreams.

Dawn sprinkles light here,
The woods have sprung life again,
Spring has come my friend.

Colours dance in light,
Filling the sky with wonder,
A second chance comes.

The sheets feel warm now,
No longer craving your love,
An empty heart rests.

The root of my pain,
Every stretch of communication,
Breaking my own heart ten times over,
Drowning in misinformation.

Which story to believe,
He said this, she said that,
Some dice have many faces,
Who wears the true hat?

A storyteller spins many stories,
Embellishes to add flare,
Who is telling this story?
Should the reader be aware?

We come back cause its easy,
I know this to be true,
Alas, the road less taken calls me,
This chapter ends with you.

The way the corners of your lips would turn up,
As I mumbled soft words to myself.

We playfully mocked one another,
Light jabs to lighten the mood.

The smell of spices filled the house,
As we cooked Sundays away together.

You showed me love, through cooking,
A love language we both shared.

Will my heart be safe with you?
It's been broken many times before.

You never told me what you meant,
I’m sorry all my love for you went unspent.

Our intertwining minds worked too hard,
Best to give them both a rest.

We got out before the collapse,
Before the foundation crumbled at our feet.

In my dreams, I’ll meet you at the usual spot,
We'll talk for hours under the trees.

I could stare at your ocean eyes for a while,
Drown myself in the neverending stream.

The sky could swallow me whole,
Fill my lungs with empty air,
Strip the stars from my eyes,
Leave my skin feeling bare.

This absent feeling may last long,
My tank has run dry,  
Cannot refill it anymore,
No matter how hard I try.

Let me drink in the chaos,
I am trying to match its might,
Give me a little time,
To emerge from the black of night.

Have I felt this way forever?
Memories come back fleeting like the seasons
Every year, my heart aches in the autumn
The rebirth of old moments of a time ago,
Has time changed me? Or have I forgotten what it felt like?
Energies within me compete with one another
I am the king, you are the king. Who will win?
Will nostalgia take over and leave me suspended in stagnation.
Can I pick up the roots and relocate to the next frame.
The augmentation of my reality has become a dream.
Do I sit in this daydream bliss and watch time unfold before me,
This temporary happiness is tempting,
I could stay on this cloud for quite a while,
Alas, this is not how it is done.
Not everyone can bask in these short sweet memories.
The cloud wisps away as reality sets in,
My feet hit the ground running.
I still think of you from time to time,
A smile grows within me as I contemplate that summer.
Leaves rustle in the stillness of my thoughts.
My heart could have been happy with you, grappling for adventure in far away lands.
Risking my comfort was unheard of, to take a blind leap may have been too much.
How is one to know?
Will I ever know?

Have I earned my living?
Time traded for dollars to keep.
As youthful as my body is,
The work will gnaw at me, eventually.

We banked all these hours,
Locked them in a cell,
How many years has it been now?
My mind is going, I can tell.

This feeling is familiar,
It crept its way onto my skin,
Dug a hole into my chest,
Made a home within my bones.
In the hollowness,
It found a sanctuary.
That heavy ache within,
Feels lighter every day,
I’ve been bitten by that pesky bug,
Who was hiding in the dark,
Waiting till my armor broke,
To root itself within.

Every breathe draws me deeper.
The air spikes my lungs with hasty coolness.
There is a stillness to the water that calms me.
Colours paint the leaves with ferocity.
Among the quiet, I notice his apprehension.
His cinder endeavors to stay lit.
Holding on to something that can no longer fester.
The end of the rope has been gnawed almost completely.
The edges frayed from holding on.
The formation of words is lost to me,
All I can offer is silence.

Sunlight pours in through the blinds,
warming the blanket slowly,
binding you to the spot for little while longer.
Time seems irrelevant, pointless, and strange…
Responsibilities of the day call upon you.
You promise to yourself to come shortly,
but the warmth of the blankets is tempting you to stay.
Move your feet, move them slowly at first if you must.
Stardust collected in your eyes last night,
wash it away, begin your day.
Another day as a cog in a machine,
mindlessly moving from one function to the next.
A force pulls you in another direction,
you resist the tug to and endeavor to keep pace.
This has become engrained in your soul.
This person is not me, I swayed from myself a long time ago.
I cannot remember anything,
my eyes no longer sparkle when I speak.

Am I the villain in this story?
Am I the one to blame?
For months your words ate at me,
If I’m the bad guy, give me a name.

If that's what it takes,
For you to sleep safe and sound,
Call me what you want,
But it takes two to participate.

For years, winter was my state of mind.
Vultures used to follow me,
taking scraps of my soul with them.
Their company was not at all bad,
but they whispered promises they could never keep.
An illness fell upon me,
Wrenching at me until I was swallowed whole.
A shift in the universe sunk in.
Walls came down,
Flowers bloomed where there was nothing.
Spring extended its warm greeting,
brushing past the ice and snow.
How did this warmness find me?
To this day, I will never know.

Oh, sweet summer child,
The bitterness may get you,
Stay soft as can be.

As the years age us,
As the earth spins on its side,
Hopefully, the twinkle stays in your eyes,
May your smile grow and grow.

As our lives become consumed with trivialities,
As the world never takes a breath,
May the jokes never stop,
I will always lend a helping hand.

As your tea becomes cold,
As your paint dries up,
May you find some solace in quieter moments,
Away from life’s bustling fury.

As Todd once said to Copper,
As Merry needs Pippin in his life,
“Will always be friends, right?”
Until the stars fade from the night.

A rushed visit through suburbia,
On your way back to the woods.
A final nail in the coffin,
I did not think it would hurt this much, but it could.

His words sting coming off the tongue,
Leaving poison in his mouth.
The sparkles dimmed in my eyes,
Leaving me filled with doubt.

Will you feel your feelings, dear?
They may tear you to shreds.
Unravel you down to your soul,
Leave you lying in your bed.

Romanticize your life, my love.
This sullen state cannot last.
Find joy in the quiet moments,
Bring that sparkle back to life.

To the bright-eyed girl who did not know heartache,
Who kept her insecurities on the shelf,
You did the best with what you had,
You did not have to hate yourself.

You look like a boy,
You are short with no chest,
Those words would come to hurt,
Grow like poison in my mind.

To the first boy I loved,
Tall like a California redwood,
Thanks for making my young heart flutter,
An unrequited love that never got far.

To my high school crushes,
I have lost count over the years,
You all made me work too hard,
Some harder than the rest.

To the girl in her early 20’s,
You ran through many hearts these years,
Flitting from flower to flower,
Never stopping to enjoy the nectar.

To the boy who left feeling uncertain,
Who gave nothing but kind words.
Foolish is too nice a word for me,
I feel regret from those days.

To the girl wore a mask for many years,
Trying to blend in with the birds,
You never gave yourself a chance,
Surrounding yourself with fakeness.

To the man who had my heart for years,
The constant back and forth wore me down,
Your chapter has closed in my story,
It will always be a favourite.

To the Australian who showed me infatuation,
A short, sweet August we shared,
That dragged until the leaves changed,
Pulling at me by the hairs.

To the musician who sauntered in,
Strumming sweet musings,
These short bursts of synergy were fun,
The music slowly faded with every passing step.

To the friends who’ve been around for a while,
Seen the valleys and peaks of my life,
There’s another bend around the corner,
Will you be shotgun, while I drive?

To the girl leaving this bittersweet decade,
So much life left to live,
Bask in the Sunday mornings,
Dive into the stillness of it all.

If you stray from the tracks,
Monsters lurk in the shadows,
Remain calm and walk right back,
Breaths become shallow,
Heart races quick,
My eyes drink in the chaos,
This forest feels sick,
The air feels bleak as the fog rolls in.

The monster dwells in my rib cage,
Claws at ribs 11 and 12,
With a tight grip on my heart,
He tries to keep me for himself,

Push and pull until it breaks,
Until the tendons stretch and thin,
It won’t take much this time,
The scar tissue is bruised within.

Wine drunk in the late fall,
The clacking of glasses,
The buzz of the room.
The coolness in the air bites,
Leaves are drained of colour,
Thank-ful for Octobers,
For the warmth it brings,
Despite the drop in temperature.
My lungs fill with golden light.

This tomb is familiar to me,
A lifetime ago it meant a lot, you see.
Time weathered the edges,
The illegible text clings to the ledges,
Your name barely rings a bell,
The tide washed away your memory in the swell,
Thinking of you… wherever you are,
A distant dream that smells sweet from a far.

Without ever knowing,
In the quiet of the night,
The missing piece you stole from me,
Came back within my sight.

The edges have been frayed,
The strings can no longer attach,
My heart healed itself slowly,
The piece is no longer a match.

Our end came like a slow burn,
Chomping at the bit,
Your indifference to me moved mountains,
A wound that continued to split.

The soul that once made me feel so alive,
Who put the stars back in my eyes,
Took something I can’t get back,
Hung my heart out to dry.

Christmas lights shine bright,
Kissing the pines of the tree,
The first flakes have come.

Stars shine much brighter,
Hugs feel a little warmer,
Smiling comes easy.

Snowflakes dance against my eyelashes.
The cold wind brings colour to my pale skin.
We arrive on time, catching up briefly as my eyes meet yours.
Time has not changed you,
You are still filled with short quips and philosophical musings.
Your brown eyes melt me like honey.
You speak soft words,
challenge my thinking,
offering a short escape to routine life.
You breeze through every year,
Staying a short while,
then disappearing like summer rain.
Will I see you again?
A smirk, a glance, and a constricting hug.
My senses go numb, and I could stay here awhile.
Comfort is entwined within you.

Brightness comes to me,
Chasing the endless summer,
I am free to roam.