I want to be
                 your happy poem
    to write myself
                             into your eyes
your lips, your shoulder blades
to fall into your soul
                         and leap from there
into that heart within your heart
not known to you just yet

I want to be
                    the verse that rings as true
        as the promise of your gaze
late in the day, an uncontemplated
word
a whispered phrase which keeps
and holds and stays with you
                throughout the day

I want to be the sound
                        and smell of fresh felled rain
to stir your thoughts as you awake
                        a storm
relentless, unafraid
                       to bring your laughter
and retreat into the wants
                                      within your veins

I see
You were only waiting to hate me
Until you found someone else to love
Like I said
You'll hate that someone else before too long
You look for me
But I'll be gone

Past! Oh Past!
Memories bounded that ever last
All together crowded moved all   the way
To the present where I stay.

Many Moments fills my heart with sorrow,
What I did yesterday wasn’t fair for tomorrow.

Still that blunders makes me low, tears flow
Frustrations that spark, lost in loneliness
With heavy heart where all seems to be darkly dark.

At times one thought strikes
Nonetheless now time have moved all long
Still I ponder what made me do so wrong
That broke someone’s heart
Really a red card for my life begin
Now I can too feel, wasn’t it like bee’s sting?

Though I got repentance
Also experienced an instance
But can God give me exchange to
Cover all the blobs I made
Could it fade with that ease?

Past! Oh Past!!
Not in size in a kind
It makes my mind ponder for while
Whether to realize or blame at you
Should I cry or start a beginning new?

Oh Lord, please help me now
To take a fresh now
To live life with meaningful existence
Make my today a good instance
Past! Oh Past!!
Sorry to make you weep
Promise now to sow seed
One day would be a huge tree with sweet fruits
Positive aura covered by its long roots

Once again I’ll call you
& recall what I did
That time won’t make you weak filled with guilt.

Past! Oh Past!
Let’s meet sooner again
For while I will busy with life game
Checking that it I don’t reiterate the mistakes same
Got  to know, lessons have to be learnt, not to blame
Fight with challenges clearing future; promise me, you  always guide me as a teacher

I love the way you move
I love the way you walk
There is a certain grace about you
In the air that surrounds you
Even in how you talk

Your smile lights up a room
Your touch makes my heart
Burn with desire

Just being in your presence
Is time well spent
Feeling that my heart is safe
In your hands
Is priceless

You are the source
Of so much inspiration
It's difficult to explain
You make me want to better myself
Because you deserve the best man
That I can be

You "get" me
And I "get" you
I've never felt more
Understood or appreciated
For just being myself

You make me feel thankful
And I don't take that for granted

I love the way you move

I stand on the edge,
teetering between existing
and becoming a long lost memory.
Then,
I fall.

The darkness,
it engulfs me.
The deeper I get,
The more I forget.
I forget all the bad memories.
I forget all the bad people.
I forget me.

I forget how much I am truly ruined.
How I can't go a day
without thinking of him,
the man in black who waits.
for me.
with open arms and a wide smile.

I think I've finally joined him
and he's making me forget.
Oh, how I've fallen into his trap.
I love him.
He helps me to not feel.
Other people should know him too,
know this sweet release.

I'll get them to come.
He can teach me.

I will wear black
and beckon others into this trap
with a sweet smile
that is poison.

nothing but black and his smile.
I am truly nothing now,
completely dissolved.
into him.

A train that never leaves the station
a bird with broken wings
an acid rain killing the spring flowers
I am
the clouds covering the full moon,
a funeral
the desert's freezing nights
I am
the thoughts that won't let you sleep at night
the deepest paper cut,
an illness with no cure
I am
the dust covering your lungs
the antagonist in your stories,
the cold wind hurting your bones.

I am the pain that hurts you the most.
I am the pain that loves you the most.