Tirelessly, waiting,
For another week or so.
Listening to the silly advice,
That true love comes only for,
Those who wait.

All it takes is a word from him
A romantic speech,
A caring phrase,
To keep me hanging,
To this weird love.

I've been waiting, for him,
To be my true love,
Or the real one to show,
But it seems as if,
Whoever it is,
Still thrives for another.

I dream of his voice,
Whispering in my ear,
All those words,
I long to hear.

The feeling of kisses given,
Makes my heart drum,
Like with no other.

I could wait on,
But I can't keep following,
This old advice,
It leaves me cold,
When all I want is your heat.

Why should we keep on waiting?
I'm done with complications,
Be with me.

for a long time
i didn't know
that the sun
was a ball
of flaming
gas spinning
in outer space.

and i can't
remember
what i thought
it was
before i knew
the truth.

things unknown
become
known.
the truth
revealed
so
s l o w l y

reality
constantly
shifting
blurring
becoming clear

you are like
the sun.
living in
my mind
so bright
so beautiful

but no matter
what i do
i cannot
figure out
if you are
known
or unknown
to me

are you
a mysterious
light
in the sky?

or are you
the sun?

if only there was a warning
of your arrival, of the havoc
you would wreak. the trail
of broken bones and
absolute despair you would
leave in your wake.
how good does it feel
to know the power that
you hold? ripping the
bark from the trees,
exposed and vulnerable.
warping and withering
foundations and frames,
the home we were supposed
to have together. it was never
your plan, was it?

Nothingness is a default position;
the one I am most comfortable with.

An emptied purse
strictly for Moths.
But what Moths they are!