I wrote this haiku
Just to prove a point in words:
No one reads these days.

i look for you still
in my work
the men i see
the things i love
youre there
for you were everything to me
and you still are
i see you
the first thing in my mind when i wake
and the last when i rest
your everything
my everything

i've started to believe love isn't real
for it is only a concept created
to distract from your self
the broken shell
fragments
you are left as
a gust of wind
sweeping away your senses
your soul
what is love?
two souls that once connected cannot be separated.

like a fire on a cold winters day
the warm blood seeps
from my leg
from my arm
reminding me
i am human
i am alive
the warmth is comfort
when all is cold
the blood is my own

i no longer see myself
for when i look
i see you
your piercing blues
staring at me
in my face
in my mind
words never able to be unsaid
in my eyes
your eyes

peach to red to white
the colors change each night
but oh,
how i long for the white
on my skin
in my heart
the lines are my life
yet they fade

I don't burst into tears
I fall into tears
silently
gracefully
like a practiced maneuver
like a missing piece falling back into place
I fall into tears
like they can somehow protect me

some say I'm nosy
but I disagree
I think my problem is that I care
too much
I want to fix everyone
and to do that I must know everything
until it becomes obsessive
how do I stop caring so much

too
late
fateful words
reminds me what I've been too late for
too late to whisper I love you
too late to say no
too late to tell the truth
too late to erase a mistake
too late to speak up
too late to try
too late to give a hug
too late to think straight
too late to land
too late to stop you
too
late
fateful words