I am not a hypnotic, nor an ******
I am more like over flowing
a waterfall, of rushing Stimulant

I am an empty vessel, made of flesh and bone
I am not a hollowfull of mindless  things, gathering moss on stone

We are with one another, separate yet not apart
I am the Voice at the end of the Receiver
You can hear my Voice, but may not hear my Heart

If I talk to you with Words,
You might hear my Voice, or rather your perception of it, I will not know how it sounds or what you have heard

You might prefer it that way, I assume that's why you read Poetry

You can take a little bit of every poem and make it all your own

You create the image, the fantasy, the meaning, the mystery of the Soul that holds the Pen that wrote the words that touched your Heart.

Heart to Heart the Poetry bonds us, so simply, it's hard to conceive, how real the closeness, how deep the Intimacy.

....Of Poetry, It links Us together, not locked in time, but binds us forever.

Sweet, Sweet Poetry...Ahhhh

Never trust the mirror,
for it only shows what's skin deep.
It doesn't show how your eyes sparkle
when you laugh
or
how your laugh
makes you younger in so many ways.
It does't show the moisture your lips
glisten with
from the anxious biting
nor
does it show the creasing of your brows
in annoyance.
It doesn't show the flutter of your lashes
as you fall asleep
or
the way your hair frames your face
as
you light up the world with a simple
smile.
It doesn't show the posture of you body
as
you walk
or
the look in your eyes
as
you stare at your significant other.
It doesn't show you loving
or
your fleeting glances
of
pure admiration
or
even your look of raw anger.
It doesn't define you.

I. I saw the dusty corners in my house
from where all the drawers used to be
and they reminded me of
broken promises and lost memories

II. He was just a boy with a fragile heart
yet he had the ability to break her walls
(and also her bones)
He walked like a wildfire but acted like a gentleman

III. I stared at my empty bookshelves and
I wondered where this was going
People said that I couldn't make
a heart a home so I tried to make
my own house a home instead but
I kept failing
The maids didn't even put my books
in alphabetical order

IV. You told me that you didn't want
to lose me ever but now we're sitting far
from each other and all I can do is watch
as you slowly tear my skin apart

V. My mother said that we need to stay strong
but I can't do it if everything's trying to
pull me into the black hole again

VI. It's cold and I need your warmth so badly
but I'm afraid I'll freeze you
with the wind inside my lungs

VII. You're throwing my heart and watching
as it crashes onto the floor
I hurt my foot with the shattered pieces

VIII. I turned off my light last night
because I knew we both liked it that way
even though you weren't even there with me

IX. You tear me. I love you. You tear me.
I love you. It's okay, I love you.