A heart made of glass
A mind made of steel
Love is a dream until you find out its real
Hugging in the winter
Dreaming in the summer
Filling my heart while melting my mind
Loving everything I am and all that I will be
Forming the shape of just you and me

I watch the clock as the hours pass
on relentlessly
another night wide awake
as my mind begs for the relief of sleep
unable to think clearly

I watch him and I wonder what
dreams flicker behind his lids
his chest at such a steady rate
I inch closer hoping his peace
would somehow enter me

Atleast one of us can escape to
the beauty of a subconscious plane
where the pain and the worry ceases
and the day ends mercifully

I am so scared of what tomorrow may bring
I am holding onto the night for security
but time unbiasedly keeps dragging me
to a day of answers or more anxiety

He says no matter what he'll stay with me
in a way this brings comfort to me
but it's something I find hard to believe
considering he's always dreamt of having a family

My works shoes decided to take a detour
They ended up being my dogs chew toy
Ripped and torn
I stare in forlorn
There is no time to fix them so I slide them on with considerable care
This work day is not going to be fair
I walk into work with a nervous glance
Afraid of the eyes and comments
A pound of duck tape later my co-workers stare at my deformed feet
I smile up at them and say "It adds character"
They stare back at me with a bewildered  expression
I stand up and smile and go on with my work day.

Superiority
is a complex complex.
When one objects objects
their mind tends to mind.
Tales become tails.
The water in one's  pail pales
in comparison to the sea, you see.
But please  do not shed a tear as I tear
into one's psyche.
I am merely expressing a minute point of view in a minute.
Conversing a conversing idea
with the mighty.
I know this may be difficult for one to comprehend,
But nobody likes a donkey,
donkey.

Her eyes fell to the floor
His hands were twisted
And he looked away
And she folded her arms
And I drank my soda
And regretted even coming

She got mad at him
And he looked lost
And looked at me past her shoulder
And I shrugged
And drank my soda
And pretended I was invisible

Even though she yelled at him
And he looked so sad
I didn't know what to do
So I fiddled with my keys
And pet the dog
Because my soda was gone.

A few weeks later on the car ride home
She cried and smoked her cigarette
And asked me how she managed to lose him
And I thought of that night
And how lost he looked
And told her I didn't know.

He asked me if I believed in god today
And I smiled
And stirred my coffee
And shrugged off the question
And avoided his gaze.

I walked home today
Twisting the ring on my finger
Listening to the music in the distance
Someone's playing a piano on the street
And I sat next to an old man and listened.

He drew on his pant leg with a marker
And looked wistfully at the sky
Holes in his hat and
No shoes on his feet
And I asked him if he believed in god

He looked at me
With a wrinkled face that had seen many lives
And pointed to the ******* the piano
And smiled at me
And said "This is god", and nothing more

So there I sat
With an old man and a little ******* the piano
And my feet were hot
So I gave him my shoes
And bid him adieu

So I walked back home
And looked him in the eyes
And said I met god
And he looked at me
And we went on with our lives