Love is not felt
It is not taken, still given
When you’re dying in the midst of the heaven
Who do you call on?
An angel
The angel comes and you feel like living again
But it’s not the same
For the angel left an angel shaped hole
Agape of pain
You’re scouring this earth you don’t see him
He said he's not of this world
You don’t believe him
Searching face to face
Continent to continent
You run away wasting the precious gift
That he gave that day
Your life back
But what is worth living
When you live in the memory of his face
Trying to find his race
Trying to track down every mortal man
It is just a chase
You don’t feel your heart flutter with any of them
You never did until that fateful day
When you almost died
And he came to show his face
Graced his presence to keep you apace
And you did and it felt great
But now he’s gone; he was never there
A figment of your imagination
It’s been far from fair
How can you love a man that was never there?
How can you feel what you feel and have no release of the burden of finding
When everything’s been blinding
You can’t see you’ve been blind
You could never see, you were always blind.

She said she's scared of love,
I know how this goes.
She wants my heart,
But not my soul.
She loves the lights,
Kiss the afterglow.

She said she's scared of heights,
Call it vertigo.
She builds a wall,
I see cracks below.
She hides her pain,
But her scars they show.

She said she can't commit,
So let's take it slow.
She craves the warmth,
But loves the snow.
She said she is scared of us,
Yet stays where Chicago blows.

Can't help but wonder,
How cards handed fairly?
While you're wrapped in your lover's arms,
Detached, laughing towards cheerful days.
When my ink still slithers—
Over sticky tears, bleeding onto my paper.

You are my fall.
It may not make sense to you,
But autumn is my sanctuary—
And so are you.

I watch the leaves blush into gold,
The way my heart stirs when I think of you.
Fall wraps me in warmth and quiet,
The same peace I find in your voice.

The trees teach me that change can be beautiful,
And I saw it—clear as the crisp October sky—
The moment we spoke.
You are the season I return to,
Again and again,
Because you feel like home.

I look into those night-black eyes
stark against your moon-washed skin,
and realize.

You’re no longer there anymore.
At least not the you I once knew.
You are a stranger in my arms.
There is a shift, so slight but I feel it.
Like a soft creak in the floorboard.
Echoing
in the night.

You use my heart like you used my body. Wringing me out like a rag,
getting every last drop of
love and self respect that you can from me.
You lap it up greedily,
Knowing I always give everything
Until there’s nothing left of me worth having.

But you want me,
or at least want to get the last word in
one more kiss
one more sigh arching into you
You drink me in
your ungrateful eyes
memorizing the lines of my body
deep in the night tonight. 

Like lovers entwined, I know for the last time you will not be mine,
so I give you the night
tonight.