Pure shadow, breathing;
seeing the question in your embrace —
     the color of heat...birds in a secret storm.  

Let's  be  tight.

Weak legs.

A crazy shine.

A dry catch, safe;
love's stone a spent breeze —
     laughter's lot...short emotions that needed to rise.  

Gentle sounds.

Closer.

Eat a star.

Minds died, began;
cool facts giving way —
     later...night's secret covers the skin.

There's one thing I want you to keep in mind: you decided it had to go down like this. You decided I wasn't worth it. You were the one who decided I was a waste of time.

And in case you're still wondering what being in a "real relationship" is all about: it's when you care so much for another person that you'd do anything to stay with them. Problems aren't problems as long as you have someone watching your back. You don't run away, you stay and fight for the other person, not just because it's the right thing to do, but because you love and care about the other person so much that you want the relationship to succeed. It's when everything seems right when they're there, and wrong when they aren't. It's when you know that no matter how low things get, you'll always have someone there to help you through it.

A real relationship means "us",  not you and I.

In the end,
you've only managed to pull the trigger first.
And yet,
knowing full well the consequences,
I struck on,
hoping that someday my love would fall true.

It was my mistake.

How was I to know
— a man bereft of possessions and purpose —
that you
— glorious, important, so very very tired —
required more than:
                    a single glance,
                              a sidelong smile,
                                        a tender touch,
                                                  a silent moment...

These things no longer exist,
or, at least,
if they do,
I have no idea how to find them with you.

There once was a man named Munn,
whose wife in bed was no fun;
but the horrible part
is when she would ****,
and say, "Get off, I'm all done."

Lying eyes
disguise goodbyes;
the Honest ones will tell you.

It's like love,
just to know that time
has taken you from my life,
my eyes,
my heart.

By day, the feeling is...away.

By night...the world makes
me say the words I think,
mind all the little things
I used to know.

I'm a man in the light,
a long look on my face,
left there to tell you,
"I need you."

Head up, smile in hand,
trying to make friends with the clock.

*I thought people were better than this.