I sit alone in silence,
In the corner of my empty room
Looking up at the moon
Through the clear window.
I don't see the moon,
I see you instead.

Your memory's crawling its way
Back into my mind.

I can't help but wonder
If you're glancing at the moon too,
And thinking about me
Just the way I'm thinking about you.

This silence is painful
And I feel like it's killing me alive.

All I hear is my heart
Dumming in my chest, wishing
And yearning to see you
For one last time.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that your heart aches
To be with me again.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that your fingers miss
Being entwined with mine.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that you miss my head
Against your naked chest.

Longing to hear you
Tell me that you miss my
Lipstick stains on your cheeks.

Longing for you,
My love, to tell me that you
Walk alone in the streets we used to
Roam together,
Trying to relive our memories.

Tell me, my love
That you wait at the french cafe,
With two coffee cups,
Your eyes fixated on the door
Waiting and hoping that
I'd walk in.

Tell me that you
Miss my tainted lips on yours.

Tell me that you
Miss my random musings, tell me
That every love bird in your garden
Still sing my name.

Tell me that the
Fragrance of my love still
Lingers in your mind.

Tell me, my love,
That I'm your favorite sweet pain,
You're favorite mistake.

Sometimes
A simple smile can end up
Making someone
Happy.

A mere compliment
Can give someone a positive
Influx of energy
And brighten up their day.

Sometimes
A little appreciation
Is all that's needed to make
Someone's life worth
Living.

Sometimes
Something as simple as
Watching the butterflies unfold
Their wings against the
Skin of someone's finger
Can bring a smile to
Their face.

Or the tiny fingers of a toddler
Trying to intertwine
With theirs is enough to
Melt their heart.

These joys may seem
Inane in the grander scheme
Of things, but therein
Lies their truest happiness.

That's just how life works.

One day, I hope
That I'll meet someone;

Someone who will not only
Listen to my spoken words but also
My unspoken silence.

Someone who will not just
Touch my skin but also my heart.

Someone who will
Give me a reason to be happy and
Not just use me
For their happiness.

Someone who will
Read my eyes and write poetry
About my smiles.

Someone who will
Make me the center of their
Universe.

And the day I find that someone,
Everything will make sense.

Show me the
Broken and cracked parts
Of your soul and
I'll show you how it still
Shines like polished gold.

She isn't April's rain,
She isn't the silver moon,
She's a flower
That bloomed out of rocks,
She's the stirring inside
The poets
Trying to sleep,
She's the sunset
Van Gogh
Couldn't paint.

Just because she
Looks
Soft and delicate
Doesn't mean
She's weak,
Remember it's
Always the
Silk-like wing of
A butterfly
That breaks out of
A hard cocoon.

She might be in pain,
Her skin might be scarred,
Tears might roll out from
The corners of her eyes,
And she might fall
But
She will not give up,
She will not give into
Your assaults,
She will rise again
To see another day,
With light in her eyes and
Roses blooming out
Of her scars.