My heart sits
for the taking
a poem
waiting
just for you

writing is easy
when your heart is in the lead
your mind in the back
of itself
i guess
but as soon
as something happens
worth writing
my brain says
i told you so
crosses the line
my heart left
in the back this time
locked away
bleeding
along with
the pen
as i run
out
of
ink

Tired of crying
tired of eating
but mostly my heart
is tired of beating

Don't go into a book
expecting a sequel;

sometimes the end
is actually the end

They may not call it
rising into love
but with you
it sure felt like floating

and what was most surprising
was when you picked me up
by every piece
and hugged me
just the same

if thieves steal
because they want to be chased
then you are the one
with the heart in your hands
and i'm the one
running