the days have been brighter since you came along
(:

i lost my mind the way i lose my rings in the washing machine

unexpectedly & suddenly


i can't find my mind the way i can't find my mom in the grocery store

scattered, scared, relentlessly & helplessly

love is not for the faint of heart, this much i know.

i have a habit of
giving people
more chances
than they deserve...

three strikes?...no 5!...well maybe 10.

less is more.

i always mistaken
moths for butterflies

i always mistaken
weeds for flowers

and it's always difficult to tell
the difference
between
queen anne's lace
& hemlock.

i wonder if
you still read
my poems
or if you
stopped
when they
ceased to be
about you . . .

old
faded
& used
or
bright
bold
& new

how many shades are there?
6 billion if i ever knew

i'd rather be blue with you
than happy with anyone else.

we've all got some within us,
it's a shame it's my favorite color.

but lucky for you
your hue happens to be
the prettiest one of them all.

pastels
& baby blues
or navy and deep ocean hues.

just when i thought
i've seen them all,
i've never seen one
as beautiful
as stunning
as yours & mine
as they seep, swirl, & fuse