I'm not a poet
just a guy who writes

She is
her talent is raw

I'm a stuttering mess
hell, that's never happened

But, somewhere between
the realm of today and tomorrow

she shows me what art is

she shows me things I can't describe

tell me, how?
how is life breathed?

into words so flawlessly

tell me, how?
how did this happen to me?

falling so impossibly

Our love was a war

we started campaigning

for what we believed in

tensions rose

and shards

like shrapnel

tore our faces

the allies and the axis

destroying each other

senselessly

seemingly for fun

Skeletons
bleached in the river

Bones turning to dust
as animals graze

Machine gun fire
bursting rounds of three

A man bleeding out on the shore
finished by speeding lead

The skeletons watch it all
in silent contemplation

When it's over

Discard the feelings
but not the memories

Of all the love

And if there was a lack thereof
learn from the pain

These are lessons

I learned the hard way

If only I could show I've learned