She said I could never fall for anyone,
especially you.
Falling means eventually you will find the bottom,
and me dear,
I'd rather be flying.

My eye lids are made of lead
As I sort through our memories in bed.
No more dancing down at the lake
Firewood cracking or hissing snakes.
The smell of rain still fresh on the tress
mosquitoes waltzing with the bees.
I remember the locks of your hair
Sliding over your shoulders so bare.
I was in love with the way that it felt
To watch you so in love with yourself.

The wind glides across the table,
Stiff fall leafs take flight.
On their way to a different destination,
Twirling up and down.
Yellow and orange flicker against the sunlight,
Looks like glowing ambers dancing.
They settle along the cornfields and scarecrows,
October is rounding the corner again.

Sometimes even a wave coated in star light can't bring me to believe your wish came true.

Things that shine tend to be at their best already
Knowing that I can appreciate all things dull.

Your body may remain wrapped in his arms, but your thoughts will forever chase my hands.

So we meet again, in the only place we can now. You lightly bite down on your finger nail before gently touching my cheek. It’s like we meet all over again, all the nervousness inside the room. As your hand grazes my cheek my eyes briefly close. Remembering all the love we shared, before we became strangers. Cuddled up on sheets in the freshly cut grass of Park *****, as fireworks lit up our wine glasses. We felt alone in the presence of a thousand wandering eyes, as we stayed fixed on one another. You will always be my favorite escape.

How have I already fallen? I have never seen your face. I’m already aware of the weakness that your smile carries. Every night I feel you, tugging at the very strings of my dreams. A reoccurring vision, sitting on the top steps of union park. Hours of watching strangers in transit, feeling the vibrations of passing trains beneath my feet. All just hoping to feel your ghostly hands graze my shoulders again.

The smell of your perfume swirling closer to my heart with every nervous breath. If I could turn around fast enough maybe you wouldn’t be gone. I know I will eventually find you, somewhere in the slowing of this summers kaleidoscope.

Even if I spent the rest of my life running you'd always be just a breath away.

He chose marriage, as an excuse to keep around the one person he knew he had already lost. You agreed, because you knew the wrecks we'd become if you didn't.

I awake in the morning with her eye lashes along my pillow. The heat still lingering where she laid only hours before. I stretch my arms wishing they could land beneath her neck. She warned me that she couldn't stay but I'm not convinced. I see the way she looks at me. The way the shape of my body fills her pupils and all the empty space inside her heart. The way her feet shake right before she falls asleep, almost  eager to fall. I'm so close, I know I am. If only she would stay long enough for warm coffee in bed or to be awaken by gentle lips along her wrist. Some people ache when the sun goes down, for me it's always the mornings.

Beth, don’t let me break now, as I see you dancing throughout the house. You were always the stronger one, always smoothing over my not so perfect parts. I’m still waiting for you to walk through the front door. Shivering as you hang up your winter coat, and then smiling as you run to the warmth inside my arms. The memories  are becoming stronger every day your gone. Last night I sat out on our back porch and listened to the sound of rain drops. Imagining that every drop on my cheek was a soft kiss from your lips. Goosebumps crawling up my arms, leaving that weightless feeling inside my stomach; like you always did. I found myself smiling, hoping you were watching somewhere and smiling too. In short, I’ll carry you with me forever. Every wrinkle on my aging skin a constant reminder that soon we will be holding hands again.

Theres an old cabin at the edge of the ocean, where salt and the summer sun are trapped in it's aging wood. Small peices of the past still linger within it's walls. Like ripples leading us through worm holes, and back into thier arms. The scent of purfume softly misted within the passing breeze, will feel like its stopped the world around you.

As you close your eyes in the moment, you could still feel the sensation of their warm lips grazing yours. The unforgettable feeling of thier body heat dancing around you. The oils from the fingertips, pressed firmly against your jaw line.

Thier essence slowly fading, but never quite gone.

I've finally realized that all these words were never meant to make you feel special.
I only used your ghost over the years to calm mine. Now that the ringing has finally stopped lovely,
so can you.

It slowly builds, all these gears forever turning. Speaking softly, so I don’t miss the important parts. Wipe the eyelash from your face, to break up the moment. Take a breath, remember times not infinite. Focus now, I think the room stopped closing in. Sweaty palms, searching hard for confidence. Line it up, inching closer to your cheek. Feel the warmth, coming gently off your limbs. Shake my thoughts, as I finally meet your lips.

I can no longer feel your ghostly hands.
I wish I could tell which one of us is disappearing.

She’s walking alone on this particularly cold October night. Stopping occasionally to throw rocks into the near by pond. She has her ear buds in, she’s escaping. Music plays, as the cold air projects each breath. Life is about moments like this she thought, as the wind picked up and her bones ached beneath her chilled skin. It’s the world reminding us that’s it’s here, and that some people unfortunately will never be reminded of that again. She continues to walk as snow now begins to fall, and tree branches begin to shake. It’s a ****** moment she thought, but it’s still a moment. she decided to then lay down where she was standing. She happened to be on the third base of an old baseball field. The snow began to accumulate around her, covering the bases and glittering like a field of diamonds. Reminding her once again how beautiful even the small things are.

I've been watching from the ledge, as the world is in transit below. Every time you look at me, I know it's only a matter of time before I fall. I hope that when I do, I'll fall like a rain drop and settle along your lips.

It was easy you know
To fall in love with you
It was the very moment I laid eyes on you
I can make this very drawn out and wrap my words in a thousand metaphors
but it was simple
Probably easiest thing I've ever done

Although my days are spent accompanied by jet engines. Blue skies and unfamiliar tongues. The distance I put between the two of us never really calms the static. All the mountain ranges, crashing waves, and drunken sunsets still have my head dizzy for you.

What I would give to be on that beach, laying on a blanket in the back of a beat up van. The doors wide open, watching the stars shoot across the open ocean. Taking in the smell of a small fire and the sea salt on your skin.

Your hands wrapped in mine, your head settling on my chest. Listening to the sound of breaking waves and crackling wood.
Soon dear,
soon.

It should be a room covered with pages of poetry, one for every day that I've been in love with you. Scattered all across our sheets, the floor, and our dresser. The room should be softly lit, by white Christmas lights draped around the ceiling. It should be so intimate, that as you step inside, you should feel each word coming alive. Each feeling resurfacing, every kiss, and all my love.
Forever.

I stepped from the doorway, to find you waiting. my nervous eyes fixed on furniture, because staring was just too hard. Beauty was flesh and bone, as my anxiety followed into the room. I just remember feeling so drawn to you, as you stood there in your dress. Your shoulders exposed, like they were calling for my lips. The sunlight that escaped through the blinds, set your brown eyes ablaze, highlighting the soft orange hues.

Love at first sight? I don’t believe in things like this, although my shaking knees would beg to differ. All the words that came to mind, I fought to try and mumble. Not a single sound passed through my lips. I will admire you from here, for now. Quietly embracing your company.

The madness is what drives the creativity. It started the day I began to fall in love with a stranger, while still learning to let go of you.

The weight of your body and the pressure of your lips. Leaves me in suspension. Endlessly gravitating ever closer to you. Until two points become one machine, one that's built to withstand all of time. In short, I'll spend every moment I have madly in love with you.

Stars above
Someone take me there
Flying saucers
I hear are everywhere

Metal plates
Spinning freely in the night
Teleport me
Back inside your light

I just want you to know that in that last life of ours, we weren’t wrong. I think we only scratched the surface, because I still feel you today.

With each loss a little light leaves your eyes, goodbyes have nothing to do with sunsets.

I could swim through wormholes until the universe ends and I'm certain I'll never find anyone like you. I'd be a billion light years away, still clutching that same photograph.

Finger tips along your cheek bone,
Candles light the room just like a cosmos.
But you can hear strangers dance as sounds echo from the next room.


But you still move, floating through. Your floating through, any moves. He makes his move. Now just move. Your waves are crashing through, with every move.

Somewhere along a mountain side covered in a vastness of greenery. I left you, beneath powered blue skies. I sat for hours watching clouds take the shape of your face. I outlined your lips like a map to your front door. You stepped out along your stairs and we talked for hours. We said all the things we never had the chance to. I promised you I wouldn't forget the way you filled my stomach with butterflies and my nights with wrinkled sheets. I promised you that if I'm able to think before I ever left this world, my last thoughts would be of you. Laughing just before you told me you loved me for the first time. Lastly, I explained why I had to leave that day and how it was simply so you could find love. A love like I had for you.

We have chosen the harder road, the one where quiet lips last forever. Ghost spend the calendar year accompanying us. Occasionally sending a soft breeze down your neck to keep you guessing. The stars dim a little closer to non-existence, but remain the same to eyes so far away. As we stare into separate mirrors
but always find one another.

I'm sorry, I was never able to move you with words. You deserved to feel like the only women in existence and the only one with my absolute love.  I've thought it out a thousand times the perfect poem to make you remember me.  I wasn't born with a spark in my fingertips or on my lips.  I know there's no debating that and if there was it wouldn't matter. I've filled notebooks and laptops with thousands of words but they will never do what you did; with a smile. I've spent months trying to forget everything about you but somehow I seem to just remember more. I've been embedding  you into the very seams of my skin, the last layer of protection for the faulty skeleton I've become.

The world will never truly exist, if I'm without your lips.

I remember you standing at the tip of the shore as lights from a near by bridge reflected off the waves. You motioned back and fourth as you walked me through your day. I tried to miss it but I couldn't, there was a look at one point and it was so clear we messed up. I wanted to be there so badly and for once you, who never has enjoyed the long term-company of anyone; wanted the same. A pair of  arms wrapped around you to comfort the chill and a warm pair of lips to greet your forehead. I imagined your feet tangled in mine as we spoke throughout the night of space and time. How vast and unforgiving, was the universal theme and how amazing it was to finally feel some comfort. At that point it didn't matter if the sky fell because we my dear, were falling with it.(I never was a fan of  parachutes)

I would ask if your ok dear but you don't seem to notice me anymore. Like a fallen leaf in the fall wind you turned on me. Your bright blue eyes and Rosie cheeks just disappeared inside the greenery. I'd be here if you needed to be saved cause there's thousands of songs that still need to be played. You can dance around the hard wood floor, there's nothing dear that I want more. Then my hands on the small of your back and your head resting softly on my neck. I want to know that there's still purpose in this, not just frozen faces in photographs. Remembering scratches down my back or how Badly dear we got off track. I still can't navigate that course, because the compass in my head just spins and every deep breath I still pull you in. I'm accepting things though now, I just need to learn to not speak out loud.

It was dark and cold, on the road to nowhere. I thought about you cuddled up by the fire, little things to push on through. I gave up after mile marker 50, but I still had things to do. My coat was soaked from the mornings rainfall, but I thought the rainbows were so beautiful. little things to push me through.

When the sun went down, I was illuminated by passing cars. The chill came on as the moon centered in the sky, along with the satellites and stars. I pushed on thinking about one thing that you said, without you I’d be nothing but closer to death.

So I jumped over the median and headed off to
nowhere’s road. Knowing that I’d find myself or that I’d never make it home. It took probably a month but then it happened rather fast, a woman pulled up next to me and told me to throw in my bags. We talked about the world, and how traveling made us grow, we laughed and laughed until we both were gray and old. I guess I should say thank you for steering me towards that road, because if I never walked that path I never would’ve known.

Why is it that every streetlight
Every passing plane
Every headlight
Every voice
Every face
everyone
Reminds me of you

I remember your shoulders pinned to the mattress as a summer breeze slid over our bodies. There was no shortage of body heat, we were like two stars in a waltz dancing ever so closely. I remember you whispering in my ear telling me that it felt like nothing else existed. In that moment we were more alive then we'd ever be again, nothing to dilute the love of two young oblivious kids.

From the lips of a frost bitten heart, the sound of self isolation is heard. Never searching to find hands that fit theirs.
Only seeking strangers hearts to fill thier own. Swallowed innocent and still beating with curiosity. Passing along the emptiness, forever leaving the best kinds of love in books and movies.

The last time we spoke you said, everyday just bleeds into the next. The love of your life was still sleeping in your bed, although you weren’t sure you were happy. Getting let down is nothing a few bottles of wine can’t fix, we laughed it off. I told you I still wasn’t sure where I was or exactly how I felt. I've never known until they leave, and by then they all forget my face. I can still close my eyes, and describe your every bone and freckle. You said I love to push people away, but at least the distance kept me safe. Always one hand on their cheek, seconds before walking out for good.

Fleeing, but we are one for a chase. Grasping the strands that are still left.

Configuring the past in screenplays as we sleep. The perfect symphony of hauntingly beautiful memories.

The snow builds within it's globe, as two ghostly lovers pirouette to 13 pieces, Op. 76: 2. Etude. Her dress swaying with the wind, his eyes forever fixed on hers.

It wasn't looks that we fell for, it was the emptiness inside one another. It felt good knowing that we had a place to fall.

It’s safe to say I’m falling, never quite lost the feeling in my knees. There’s something about a fresh start, that we always seem to need. I’m counting stars as I plummet to your palm, I’m praying like a saint that when I land, you’ll still be holding on.

There were bones on bones, covered by warming flesh. Marks were left on my neck, from where your lips had pressed. We sat and we spoke, about stars and the sky. We talked about living forever and about how we both would die. It was unreal how easy this was and it was clear these moments do not repeat. Underneath those summer street lights, you became a part of me.

Darling, I have eyes for only you.
Faulty as they may be,
I promise not to blink.
In fear of missing the second,
you decide to notice me too.