When a cat falls for a rabbit
He's unable to see that the rabbit,
Unlike him,
Does not have claws
Teeth made to puncture skin
He does not see that when he plays
He's too rough.
                    
When a rabbit falls for a cat
She does not realize she;
will be unable to stop his play,
Will be hurt though
the cat could never know
She doesn't see that she is the prey

When the cat falls for the rabbit
He doesn't see how much she hurts
Because in his mind they are the same.
There is no excuse for the cat.
But when the rabbit flees
He will realize
that he wasn't the right thing.

I feed myself caffeine
So my heart's beating
matches the speed
it would be if you were still here.
It's not as if I always think like this,
but
some days were like the last days of us, with ups and downs.
I look for the upsides to everything
but
at the end of the day,
everyday,
like the falling of the sun
so does my mood.
I don't cry anymore.
I just sit;
vacant,
absent,
distraught.
I never new,
How could I know
that losing you would do this.
Then again,
I never thought.

When a poet loves an artist
something
Oh, something
Clicks
In a way where
her art
becomes
his word.
his words spent
trying
Oh, trying
To capture the beauty that is her work
Like the tide to the shore
He'll throw himself into attempts
Only to find
he can only bring with him
The surface.

It's not as though I don't see it,
The way that the sun can be lovely
How the moon can be dazzling
How there is light in the dark,
How there is life given in death

It's just a lot harder for me
to keep them in mind,
Is all

As the night ages, as do I.
I find peace
swimming the ocean that is my head.
my tired mind runs over the clichés like
a whale surfacing for air.
I sit in my bed
thinking of the days
when I was captain of my vessel, Lady Luck.
as the name implies I tested just that, until  that is,
the storm that was you
came to capsize my ship.
Now, I swim with my debris
I've thusly named my new ship
The Lost Lady.

I love you.
"I love you,
so much so it hurts my head."
I just want to hold you close,
never let you go
And keep your smile by my side.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry,
I was who I was
but
who I am now,
is in desperate need
Of you
And of your love...

There was a day somewhere along the lines
where you and I
became a belated goodbye.

I can't say i didn't see it coming,
I was getting angry every day, though i couldn't see it.
It's as my father once told me when i asked about my mother
Or
what i think he'd have said if i had the courage to ask,
"It never really goes away, the hurt."
"The pain of losing someone you loved."
All you can do is mark it,
The day when the love died.
Remember what the days looked like
When in love becomes love,
when love becomes friendship,
And friendship becomes *dust

Letting go is a lot harder than one can ever imagine.
I'm not talking about letting things like
"My brother broke my phone"
or
"my boss wont give me more hours."
I mean truly letting go.
The kind where you know that you're holding on,
the kind where you know whatever it may be made you who you are
the kind where;
a parent left,
a loved one died,
you were beaten,
lied to,
Betrayed.
Where you feel completely justified.
When you can almost taste how poisonous it is.
When it twists your heart in knots.
It wakes you from a dream to slide it's fingers around your throat.
Letting go,
taking control,
allowing yourself,
to see how much you hurt
and just remove it from you.
That's hard.
But, you will never be alone.