Your eyes
Meet up with mine.
A smile on your face
As I read to you.
We speak so differently,
We went through so much the same.
Since the biggest misunderstanding
Between you and me,
I never heard from you
A whole week.
I thought
I lost you
For good.
Another day,
All at once,
We greeted.
Promise,
We will talk again.
So deep,
For such short time.
So honest,
For so new to each other.
So much better,
For us to be friends.
So do I want
To have these conversations again.
We talk like friends,
We act like unafraid individuals,
We believe
In our own.
We are not afraid
Of ourselves or each others
Story.

Sitting next to you all that time,
Neither one of us said a word,
We acted just fine.
As time went on
We breathed,
We avoided looking in the eye.
When you got up and left,
I just wanted to die.
I knew you were sad,
I could see it in your face.
I understand completely
This is just not the right place.
Life has many chances,
This does not stop me from feeling
Concern.
I know you’re traumatized by those relationships,
I don’t want to be one who makes you
Burn.
This too shall pass,
The awkward moments will cease.
When I talk to you again,
Know it is not a tease.
It seems you have let me go,
For that is fair and fine.
I know were strong enough to get through being together in that class,
And that time.
I wont cross the line.
Know that what you said,
Came from your heart.
It was honest and perfectly fine.
Right on the line.
For telling me how you truly felt
All that time.

I did so much wrong,
I messed this whole thing up.
Hearing you when you called back that night
Broke my heart.
Your voice trembled.
You can say you were hurt.
My behavior gave reason.
You said you were cold and
Alone.
The sound of my voice must have made it
Worse.
Because I care,
I will always be your friend.
Just as I understand your not feeling
Its there,
I will understand if you choose not to be anymore.
If you ever decide once more
And need to talk,
Like a toolbox to fix a problem,
I will be there.
I promise
I will make effort to be no more than
Friends.
And you can
Sweep me off my feet
Anytime.
I trust,
My friend.

As humor leads to hurtful words,
and kisses lead to living babies,
then misunderstandings lead to
broken hearts.
And as humiliation leads to drama,
And truth leads to tears,
Just as stories lead to wanting to know more about
The common karma
We heard,
We faced,
We saw.
I cannot disagree
With your desire and effort.
It’s a way for us to never lose.
I would rather
Cry with you from hearing truth,
Than to lie and become mentally ill.
You are the best thing about that hour I feel
Naked
In front of all the others.
By my lack of knowing this information,
You care for me then and there.
Now I know I messed up,
I am the fool.
I am overcome with guilt
And growing out of being naïve.
My empty stomach and trembling hands
Are the sign of how I never want to let you go.
If you ever change your mind and this time you
Declare yourself gone.
Know yourself as rare and sweet.
I’ll be here if you ever want to try and have these conversations again.

Face overcome with blemishes,
arms ruled with scars.
Criticized for holding
teddy bears
and lounging alone at bars.
This insecurity
has a story.
Something behind this fragile door.
Stop yourself before offering help
she wants
no
     more.
She is fragile
she is afraid.
She knows her mental illness
is nothing that she can trade.
Let her be.
She is fragile like glass.
She cries as it shatters
then she is better, alas!

Waking up is harder than it seems.
It's not the hourglass
it's not the dreams.

The thoughts are destroying my
calm.
Never again will I feel my feet
or keep a clean palm.

My hand trembles
it is now four going on five.
In the AM
reminding how I am alive.

Rather unfortunate
the red in my eyes.
Heart pounding faster
than a lover who lies.

A mother who dies,
then her daughter cries.
Knowing how slow
this everlasting night flies.

Going to bed is harder than
I want it to be.
Out of the time in the day missed
and living with
ANXIETY.

Quiet is all I need.
Desiring silence as the critics improvise
their own violins.
The philosophers tune their cello's.
The writers prepare the songs.
All the song says is the truth of where I stand in life.
Praying I'll be ok tomorrow.
How I stand in front of the cold audience
whom have the obligation of peaceful listening.
Many who choose to not open their ears to another sound
will only be alone playing their guitars.
I want the audience to be silent for me.
Learning as they whisper bewildered and stunned.
There are no strings attached.
How the sound of one's insecurity dysfunctions another's quality tune.
Know we are to hear but don't have to do a cover.
Instrumental choice,
one's vision and dream.
Hear me sing,
then tune your cello's, guitars, and violins.
We'll take a chance on our stances in life.
Hear each other and play together.
For in the slightest way,
our beliefs,
are different,
though the sound,
can blend.