"Don't hide your eyes"
She said
Smiling at me.
Though I couldn't barely tell.
That smile was elusive.
The pursed lips were more common.
Not necessarily purposely done
Just a side affect
Of my brokenness.
She looked through the shards
And found the pieces to put
My life back together.

"Smile you handsome man"
Every day she said it.
Not as a way to cheer me up,
No, simply as a heartfelt way
To say "I love you"
In different terms
And it meant more.

"You know I love you"
She whispered it
When she thought I was sleeping.
But I was in that in between
The limbo
Of sleep and waking.
And I heard it.

And I knew

She meant every word
Because I loved her too

I love her still.
Isn't it wonderful?
To be in love?
Not as a way to show it off
But as a way to know
That you've found the right one.
That picks up the shards and makes
You're shattered heart whole again.

She's done that
And I have for her.
And we whisper those words.
And the dark gives them true life.
It hides our surface flaws.
It leaves only the words
And the love behind them

It's energy in the morning
Energy at night.
Getting me through work.
Always by my side
Doesn't speak, doesn't
Judge my actions.
Simply there always.

Unless I don't have money to buy it.

I could say it's like alcohol
But more addictive.
"I can stop anytime" I say
But that's untrue
It's my friend
In the simple green and red can.

Only one other knows my obsession
We share it
And that is why we remain friends.

Her eyes,
Her smile,

Her

Where
Memories remain
Where you feel whole
Or is it?

Running
Trying to move faster
To get away.
To put distance in between
Me and you.

Trying with all my might
To not be there anymore.
Legs pumping
Arms moving
Sweat dripping
I just want to get away.

But you're everywhere
Every place I look.
In everything I do.
In all the parts of my life.
And the horrible thing is

You can only run so fast in your head.

"Gonna marry that girl"
Are you?
"Marry her anyway"
Just for spite?

Do we think about these things?
About how it would be.
We'd all love that life
Married, 2 1/2 kids, white picket fence,
But is it attainable?

I think maybe it's not.
Maybe it's just one of those things.
It's better to dream about
Than to have.
Don't you know?
Life isn't that simple.

It's all ending and beginnings
But that's not anything we want.
We all want the forever
The always
But that's not real.

Real is ****** up.
Real is over and done.
Real is endings.
Real is tears and heartbreak.
Real is never what we dream of.

But there are high points.
There are smiles
There are joys
There are the in between moments.
There are high points.

There's love.
And that's what matters