For I am lost.
Basking in the darkness.
Relishing this lasting embrace.

" it's the eyes chico, they never lie " how I wish you could see mine. Tear stained, tired and then again not because I cannot lie and say that just seeing yours light up doesn't make my heart smile. I told her that, I love you, I also told her a whole lot more. One thing that stuck was " I know what being without her feels like and God loving her  from a far, from a careful distance, is better than anything else, is better than having to go on as if, you arent  "

The ***** colony,
aren't we all
lepers
at some time

My boy cinnamon was brave
But he wasn't enough

I'm not the man who met his dreams
with weary eyes and thoughts of grey.
The man who opened his eyes this morn'
is not the man from yesterday.

We live our lives encased in stone.
etching our names through woe and fear,
deaf by chisels wo scratch and slice
the only truth we need to hear.

Every day's a different path,
one you've never tread before;
every sunrise, wonders anew,
with stranger songs and open doors.

The only chain around your neck
is made of links you forge each night,
but with new eyes,
who crave delight,
perhaps dawn offers a different sight.

what i want:*
to hear your heartbeat,
to feel your heart beat,
to touch your heart—

The only part of my day
That I look forward to
Is when I go to bed
And lay there making up scenarios
In my head.

I think of comebacks
To 8th grade bullies.
I think of witty retorts
To my mother's snide comments.
I think of intelligent things to add
To conversations I had months ago.

I think of all the things
I was too scared to say.

And in my mind
I say them.
And pretend how things would be different
If only I had the courage to speak.