Every time
We kissed
I wanted to
Devour
Her face
She was as appetizing
As golden yellow cake
With butter cream frosting

Write about what makes you happy
Write about what makes you sad
Write about everything you think of
Even if it makes you mad
Write about the good times
And write about the bad
Write about the days you were younger
And how it makes you laugh
Write about the things you wanted
Write about the things you had
Write about the the ones you loved
Write about the ones you wish you never had
Then read your book out loud when it’s all said and done
You realize that your life wasn’t that bad
And that someone out there still thinks you’re
Number One

Leaves
Red and gold
A beautiful oil painting
A prequel
To the cold harsh winter
That darkens my soul
Bringing an eerie feeling of death
That makes the snowflakes shiver

She was a fantasy
I played over and over
in my head
like a hymn
recited on a Sunday morning
while waiting for forgiveness

Rain
cleansed
the streets of
human sins
left behind
flowing
alongside curbs
down sewers
into an abyss
of empty thoughts

I found her
irresistibly adorable
she made me smile
like a child
at a carnival
biting into a cloud
of cotton candy

All I wanted
before I die
was to leave
something behind
a thought
a word
just a little piece
of my mind
when it’s all
said and done
I hope
you remember me
once I’m gone

Something about
Winter winds
that silence
the city noise
at night
and bring
an eerie feeling
of nostalgia

Losing her
meant losing myself
into a crevasse
of dark shadows
memories that once
were moments of complete
Jubilation
are now faded coffee stains
on the kitchen table

I was hopeless
like every romantic
yearning for a matching connection
exchanging thoughts and emotions
pure acceptance
of my imperfections