Come to me tonight
Let me kiss you with chapped lips
And pour ***** down your throat
Tell me about the women you've loved
Caressed and then broken
Left behind or forgotten
Light up a cigarette
And speak through a veil of smoke
Tell me about the promises you made
To the one's you've hurt
The ones you didn't keep
Let me wrap you in my arms
In the cover of this darkness
And listen to you breathe
While you tell me lies about staying
I'll kiss your neck
And you'll bite my ear
The liquor on our breath will mingle
You'll teach me about pain
I'll show you love
In that moment you will be beautiful
All alone in your thoughts
Sitting beside me in the dark
Then we'll both fall asleep
To the song our silence makes

why a poet?
because a poet
hears the words
which sing the
purest harmonies
because a poet
paints their portraits
in pastels
of phrases
because a poet
dances their agonies
into leaps of faith
and pirouettes
of passion
because a poet
sees
the beauty
in the commonplace
and captures
the moment
in a snapshot
of ink and white
because a bloodless world
cuts itself
a thousand times

and the poet bleeds

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.