I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.

You and I both know, that words are my thing,
I'm like a warrior, and they're the weapons I bring.
But why then, can I not explain,
this notion I entertain?
How come I can't say, what you mean to me?
It should be a simple, a few words would make you see,
but there are none in my head, just the thought of you,
but you don't know that, and so I'm feeling blue.
I could've told her, with a single line,
but with a thousand poems, I couldn't make you mine.
Perhaps there is no way, to word the way I feel,
perhaps thats how I'll know, that this is really real.

But even if I had the words, I probably couldn't say.
It's not a like girl a like you, could love me anyway.

Starting some poems, that I then quickly scrap,
because though I feel happy, I suspect it's a trap.
So I can't write, not for any muse,
'cause I can't find the words I want to use.
Sorry for staying, and for feeling this way,
sorry for going and not talking today.
I don't understand I'm just so confused,
holding my heart, all tattered and bruised,
what is it I want? What is I need?
Just give some advice that I can heed.
Because silence is brutal, but talking makes me feel,
and I keep reopening wounds that just won't heal

Such a long year, since I last tasted your lips,
and over your skin, traced my fingertips.
Such a long year, since that day in your room,
a day you've forgotten, or so I assume.
But a day of perfection, of laughter of smiles,
and of you and your sister, putting my hair in odd styles.
The last day where I pinned, you down on your floor,
the last day spent constantly, closing your door,
the last day I had you all to myself,
before my emotions, I was forced to shelf.
It's a day you've forgotten, just as you should,
but a day I'll remember, as I knew that I would.

My parents warned me about the drugs in the street
What they didn't tell me though,
was about the other kind of drugs
The ones that come stumbling into your life
Hazel eyes and a heartbeat
That make yours almost
stronger
faster
Forcing you to realize
why they name hurricanes after people

I'm sorry little dragon, but you know I can't stay,
I never was any good, to you, anyway.
I love someone else, and it just isn't fair,
you need someone, who about you can care,
but I need a girl who just wants some fun.
I don't mean to hurt you, you're just not the one
I'll remember your lips, and your ******* form too,
but when you were like that, I wasn't thinking of you.
I am really sorry. I can still be your friend,
and maybe, just maybe, this won't be the end.
Maybe one day, when her image is gone,
we'll be together, once I have moved on,
till then though, don't hate me, for sleeping around,
commitment brings back memories, of what she threw on the ground.

Hey there sweetheart, it's kinda been a while
and I was thinking that I kinda miss your smile
and how about another kiss?
as we talk about the times we miss
how about you stay another night
and I can try to make things right,
make it up to you and make your heart race
with the lies that hurt you in the first place
I could press you against the wall,
remind you of when we had it all
or we could go back to that park
steal some more kisses after dark,
or maybe I could tell the truth
that love's as real as the fountain of youth

Those beautiful eyes were lost in that book
with a perfect smile, and the most beautiful look.