When one writes of love
They tend to use these general analogies
To explain the sensations
You could sit there and describe
Exactly how love makes you feel
But without those analogies
The words wouldn't hold the same appeal
There would be something off

The reason I speak of love
Is that I am in love
Thoroughly a part of an intense connection
That make it so no words can find the right meaning
No matter how hard I try
I will never capture all of our love on paper
The love radiating off of him like heat waves
The genuine sense of safety
That comes from his steady embrace
Nor could I capture the danger
The side of my love for him
That holds too close
Feeling the wrath of his anger
Though it isn't for me
Purposely putting myself between
His anger and himself
My love for him propels me to risk myself
To make sure he's okay
The slightest drop in his voice
And I'm left circling for ways to help
The words to make the feelings true
Still lay out of reach
But I pray that he can stay with me
Until I find those words
Ending with an "I do."

None of these words I speak
Will ever stay silent
Though better are hiding somewhere
Deep in the distance
'Til then I'll write of love
Without the right tools
Except those old and used analogies
Running theirselves raged
To barely graze my love

So I'll write a poem.

so naive, we all are,
that at times we paraphrase
all our life's sweet moments
and title it
with another person's name.

I lost her voice in silence
In the breaking of the dawn
In depths of white noise whisper
She quietly sleeps on...

Would you trade
For a better way
Or is familiar what you seek
The perfect placement
Of every footstep
On a path
That's on the brink

The road you know
Of jackals and trolls
Do you aimlessly commit
To a limited roll
Where the soul never grows
In orthodox conclusions
Of those old myths

Let her sleep
The harlot's beast
These institutions
Of trapped minds
The establishment
Of government
Has left their souls
Behind...

I've grown
accustomed
to saying sorry
even if it's not my fault
to saying thank you
when given pain
to accepting defeat
before the game
to walk away
because I was never
needed to stay.

I've grown
accustomed
to the opposites
all my life
I've lived like this

and I grew up
knowing I will
always be wrong

maybe
they needed someone
to blame
maybe
they needed someone
to carry all the weight

and no matter how hard I fight
I'll always be on the losing side.