.
And I’ll show you
fantastical things.

Come into my head.

Know my wants
and desires.
Witness the height
and raging fires.

.

Mamma always told me-
I was struck motionless at the sight of her
Son,
Don't let me catch you playin' with fire.-
Her hair was ablaze
One of these days you're gonna get burned. -
Yet I am but a moth to her flame

at 4 in the
morning the sun
is never up
but i usually am

i worry
about things
that are out of
my control
even more about
things that are

get up early
when i work
and earlier
when i don’t
the older i get the
more i learn
sometimes you
need to cry it out

alone
at night
into your pillow
the blankets
wrapped all
around you

sometimes you
need to cry
and cry
and cry

until the morning
sun falls across
the tears dried
under your lashes

and the lump
in your throat has
dissolved so you can
breathe with ease

you need to get up
let hot water
wash it away
let the steam rising
from your mug soften
any sorrow left around
your morning eyes
take a deep breath
don’t mention it
to anyone

and
just
keep
going

i will
just
keep
going

I should really go to bed.

But I can't.

I keep thinking of her.

And honestly I keep thinking of cheesecake.

Now I realize that I can't have either of these tonight,
And that staying up won't help that.

But I am lonely.

And I want some cheesecake.

sigh...

A day like today is but that,
Another **** day.

Just me,
My self,
My own personal swamp.
A bed ready to share...
Next to the desk you set your hair ties on.
Above the floor you set your bags on when you visit.

But today is just another **** day without you.

But a day like tomorrow,
Oh but a day like tomorrow...

There will be hair ties on my desk,
Extra bags on my floor,
And best of all someone here to share my bed with.
So that tomorrow will not be just another day,

But a day where long distance becomes short,
Even for just a few short days.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

The first time your arms wrapped around me
It was like my lost soul finally found a home

The mess inside didn’t intimidate me
I always loved cleaning up souls like yours

Inside the closet I found vanity and greed
Uncertainty and unpredictability
But I decided to stay

I bought lamps to brighten up the rooms
And opened the curtains when they weren’t enough
Determined to see you smile

I thought you were building a home inside of me too
But you were really just pitching a tent

You knew all along you weren’t there to stay
All you wanted was to collect rent from me
Every night in your bedroom

When my lease was up you kicked me out
And I was left more lost than before

I will never waste my time fixing up a house again