You waved the tool in my face
Causing a switch to go off in my brain
My thoughts distorted
My body springing to action
Trying to make you stop
What you had already done

The new raised lines on your upper arm
Caused by simple office supplies
Wouldn't have happened
If I hadn't left you for just a second
For the moment my back was turned
You were half past gone and a mile away from better

Both of are breathless
The shiny twisted piece of metal
Somewhere on the floor

Sitting across from each other
Your shoulders shook against mine
My tears burned into your shirt
And were mopped up with your brown hair

I spoke through choked sobs
As hurt memories flashed through my brain
Like the trailers of movies
Showing only a quick remembrance
Of my past
That leaked into your present

But you feel as though your present is not a gift
For you're falling down the rabbit hole
Not to Wonderland
But to the land of pills and hospital beds
Where it is not wonderful in any shape or form

Your scars can still heal
If you stopped retracing the red lines you've made
And realized
You are something
I care about you
And so do others
So if you won't try for yourself
Try for them
Try for *me

Resistance of the wind gives
rise to sentience inside,
realization that self is on the
fence of rejection and love.
Feel the hurt eyes looking out to the world,
always with love
and always behind bars.
Relive the old age that
you will experience near the end;
there is nothing to fear,
but fear is real.

Sometimes I dearly wish that you knew me
Sometimes I ache to be loved by you
There are times when I just want to be with you
And others when I wish all of these fantasies were true

All I desire these days
Is for you to acknowledge my presence
When I walk past you with hopeful eyes
All I want is you to look back

I like to stare at you
Don't ask me why
All I know is I'm infatuated towards you
But, alas, it’s not the same for you

I've heard loads of times before
Love is a big fat lie
It sure is true
Love is a curse neither for me nor you

I know one thing for sure
I'll get over you eventually
Eventually my heart will stop desiring
For the things that were never mine.

I adore you
The soft curve of your lips
The words that fall out of them
Clumsy and awkward
And the way they part
Just for me

I adore you
The way your hands fit mine
The same ones that play trumpet
Beautiful and moving
And the way they become gentle
When in contact with me

I adore you
The way your eyes fill with wonder
Even when your brain is clouded
Brown and wonderous
And the way they look
When they're looking at me

You are ******* poetry

When I think of us.
I see two little boys, giddy with joy,
Staring across the room too careful to be caught
Lest that consecrated secret be shared.

When I think of us.
I see eyes and I see lips.
I feel a bustling cluster of hands
Hot with relief.

When I think of us.
I see your heart drop, like Autumn leaves
When you see the truth lingering in my eyes
I consider closing them, hesitating.

When I think of us.
I hear the howls of pain,
The long nights of chaos.
I hear the silent anger turning inward.

When I think of us
My heart leaps and swells with pride
Dreams carry me away
Then the censor tightens, jarring my heart kite
I tumble down, holding you tight.

Sometimes you coax me out of my fear,
But you shouldn’t have to.  We both know that.
We both know a lot of things.

But when I think of us.
I am happy, where I belong, my home.

She was like the four seasons
Changing month by month
And she in turn changed who I was
When I met her once
The day I met her was in spring
When all the world was in bloom
She wiped the tears off of my face
And chased away the gloom
In summertime she was the sun
My world was burning bright
She held me tight when we would sleep
And chased away the night
Then autumn came in on a breeze
My girl was rich and bold
She wrapped blankets around my skin
And chased away the cold
But when winter came creeping upon us
The lady could bear it no longer
Told me "I can't always be your crutch."
I begged her "But I'm getting stronger!"
All the wounds she had mended
The damage inside would unfurl
I had finally found me a lover
But I chased away my girl

Is it the hair on your chin?
The scruffiness of your cheeks?
The strength of your long arms?
The thickness of your wallet?
Your word-play with women?
Or the sweat and dirt on your forehead?
What is it?

You want a place in "My Heart"
But the room’s not vacant yet
You see, I would love to occupy you
But I’ve got unfinished business
My last tenant was a trip and left the place a mess
I’ve cleaned up some, but I don’t know how long it’ll take to clean the rest
And yes, I’ve noticed that your room is already cleaned from your last guest
But my room still has bags left
I guess it’s safe to say my last tenant left more of a mark
You still wanna see the room?
Okay, where do I start
Half of this **** don’t even work no more
And I would hate to put you here when it’s cold
Cause the heater broke
So I’m sorry if I’m not being warm enough for you
But my last tenant made me something like a different dude
So I’m more cautious about who I rent my space to
So I’m sorry I can’t love you like you want me to
But my room just got too much junk in it
And I just don’t think its enough space for you
So sorry but my apartment's closed
Even though I hate to say it
After I sort things out I’ll look you up
Hopefully you’ll still be Vacant