Your effervescent eyes striking
A bowling ball hitting pins
Staring into I know
Must end this before it begins

You think want to be absorbed
My life and my routine
Trust me
If aware of what that entails
Wouldn't be so keen

And brushed dust right off my skin
Helped me once more stand
Am grateful you let me lean on your frame
Supported with a steady hand

But knew somehow I'd do you wrong
For me you are too good
Always those who give the most
That do not get treated how they should

So memorized the details
Stored safely in my head
Differences between history
And the limbo I found in your bed

As I lost my way I learned
All love will bring certain pain
So it is safer for both of us
To just steer clear of the rain

Happiness only lasts for so long
Until it's abruptly cut short
I'd rather decide to go seperate ways now
Then wait til we have belongings to sort

As I drift further from you
One cowardly inch at a time
My attraction steadily decreases
Yours proportionately climbs

I miss experiencing fireworks
Butterflies
Flame lit in the dark
Those sensations vanished when love did
Yet I am still holding out for that spark

My clenched fists beat against your chest as I screamed in the night.
You snuffed my thrash, clutched my hands in your own and hugged me tight.
I cried out in agony, angst of life unfair
You stood strong, held me, ran your fingers through my hair
White knuckles still balled up, nails cutting into my palm
Your loving whispers to me soothing my torn heart calm
With my hands firmly pressed close, still between us embraced
You laid pen in my hand for words not to be erased
A treasure among all the loving gifts you give me
Realization of self, found freedom,
MY poetry

Which am I to blame?
Odds stacked against me; I feel so small.

Air is vacuumed from my lungs with sharp utensils.

My health.
My tissue.
Seared out for research!
Their research.
Their slogans.
They're endless.

I would scream.
But air is scarce and hard to keep.
I would fight.
But exhaustion is overwhelming and the pain debilitating
I would cry.
But... thats my water.
I've been so chronically dehydrated.

Odds stacked against me; I feel so small.
Which am I to blame?
Genetics or esposure?

Symptoms tucked away
She lectures me on love and choices
Little does she know,
My questions have nothing to do with love...
Just choices.

if
i had things
go my way, then
right now, you and i
we'd be screaming through the
mountain air, hanging upside down
on a cord made of bravery and love, we'd
dance
under the
naked moonlight,
waterfalls calling out
in the distance; i'd have
my hands around your neck and
legs tight around your waist as we paused
between the slipping rocks to steal each other's
breath away.
if
i had
things go my way,
baby, we'd take on the world
together; with a sky full of secrets
watching over us as we make memories
(and love)*
all over this world.