I am....pretty.
I am....smart.
I am....kind.
I am....funny too,
but.....I'm not...her.

I am your friend.
I help you in all things.
I put you first.
I make you laugh too,
but....I'm not...her.

I will never be what you want.
I will always be lacking.
I will always be your friend.
Wasting my life waiting for your love.
but...it will never come.

I am strong....
I am worthy...
I am enough...
I'm happy too...
and....I am loved...by me.

I will sit
on your doorstep
howling for you,
howling till you
come out from behind your eclipsing mask
like the naked Moon uncovers herself
from her nocturnal dress.

There's a visceral rawness residing
deep in you,
A ravenous delicacy that has held
in its own howl for too long;

We are the wild reclaimed.

I'm jealous of the moon that shines
above.
Cause it smiles so bright to the woman
I love.

A nearly full moon
Rests on a shelf of cold air.
Deep quiet of dusk.

i'm getting tired of it.
not in an angry way,
it's just taxing,
to do this one-sided back and forth.

What haunts the hollow     hallway of dark hours
fails again. A friend,     not fear, grips me.

I had a John Cusack about me,
where I was forever misunderstood
and what no one could ever see,
was my intentions were always good.
I spoke into a tape recorder as if it was my only friend,
"I gave my whole heart to her, and she gave me a ******* pen."