"Play for me" she said.
So I sat with my heart on my sleeve.
The only ***** without keys
That beats to the tune of you.

Veins running like strings
As notes leap from my chest
And fill the air
Like a symphony as sweet
As the scent of the perfume
that you wear.

I watch as you dance
To the sound of every breath
That I take.
The same way that my lungs fill up
Is the same way that I feel your love.

Your smile is the spotlight
And when I play center stage
I picture the sound of you.
I then compose a piece
Of all the pieces ex lovers
Left scattered around of you.

How could something so broken
Sound so whole again?
When the right musician
Comes along and does more
That just tug at your heartstrings.

A true ***** player
Sweeps his fingers across the keys
The same way an angel
Caresses a Harp's strings.

The same way that my touch
Caresses your heart's beat.
The same way that we get lost
In messy sheets.

And in that moment I realize
The only thing
More beautiful than you
Is the music that we make together.

I am but a boy
Amongst nightmares
And monsters
Which reside
In the lobes of my mind.

I do not fear the things
Which sleep beneath
The sheets
or blanket of darkness
Thick and woven with time.

I only fear that which
Reflects in the pools
Of drained tears
Collected over time
In tin cans and plastic bottles.

Thrown and cast into flames
Of happiness
But even the warmest of fires
On the coldest of nights
Will lick at the wounds of fighters.

I am but a boy
Amongst men with no sense
Of direction or purpose
Just surfing on a wave
Of regret and every road is unpaved.

I have taken these bones
From the closet and constructed
Walls for a home but
Every cheap shot is costly
With dues that will go unpaid.

I am but a boy.

How beautiful is this rose?
So beautiful in fact, that I plucked her
And brought her home.

Separated her from her roots
Because her beauty suited
My own selfish desire to have her.

It wasn't until her petals began withering
Her stem began to brown
Her once strong thorns, now soft to the touch

That I knew I had done a terrible thing
By bringing her inside
And shielding her from the rain.

How would she ever grow now?

For a moment
you were here
and the very gift of your life
gave my heart a reason to beat.

Young and fragile.
You were an angel
that never needed wings to fly
but the halo sat beautifully above you.

For a moment
your laugh was a symphony
of happiness playing
along to the beat of a merciless world.

My joy was the way in which
Your tiny hands would curl
and hug the worn ends
of my fingertips.

For a moment
you existed in this tiny shell
of love and pure bliss
that could only be temporary.

Nothing can last forever
but that moment, the moment of you
will forever dance across the stage
long after the curtain has closed.

She was a rose's petal

delicately kissing the wind.

Her scent hung in the air

long after she had been plucked

from her garden.

I've sat in this cold place for so long
that I have become comfortable in this misery.
This heartache has numbed me
against this bitterness which has
housed my lonely soul.

It wasn't until she rose one Autumn morning;
Her smile like rays of light
against the blackness swarming in my soul.
I felt warmth for the first time.

Her hands were safety nets
and I was falling.
Her eyes were home
and the smell of her perfume was...life.

The way she walked and spoke
stimulated my senses.
I needed to get lost in her because she was...
home.

I had been lost,
without even knowing it.
I was a wanderer
and my soul was stained with pain.

She came to me with gentle fingers
wiped away the tears and smears
of blood left behind
from the time I wore my heart on my sleeve.

She was home.