for the first time in my life
i was certain love existed
but as quickly as i fell for you
you proved me wrong

Dear
cup of chai tea,
Oh, how you comfort me
On a rainy day when all is grey
Your warmth and aromas,
Can liberate and free
Cinnamon swirls and vanilla
On my taste buds
You make my senses come alive
Depression and sadness is easily cured
With a warm cup of chai

I write about you not because i miss you,
But because you are one of the best lessons I've ever learned.
I just want to clear the air,
I don't need you.

I dont want you.
You've done your job,
You left your mark,
Now leave me in peace.

Just because you cross my mind every so often,
Doesnt mean much.
We all have those days,
When things come back into play in our minds.

It's just to remind us where we once were.
To remind us where we started,
Where we started to let our minds be beautiful,
Beautiful as the heart of the ones who love in a cruel world.

I don't write about you because i miss you.
I write about you to tell the world that it's okay.
It's okay to love, trust, and get hurt,
and it's okay to keep loving, and to keep trusting.

Its circular face mocks and laughs
at me with that numerical circumference.

Red and black hands reach out and
grab me tight, leaving bruises on my psyche.

I'm helplessly cast deep into my past
where time flows like molasses.

Back when the clocks
took their time
counting down my life
and rotting my mind.

Back when they were slow
and I just couldn't wait to grow
up.

You are lightning bolt.
               (electric shock to my skin)

You taste like
                   hot
          floridian
                         summer
Sound like
                  thunder storm
                                falling
                   ­                        on dry asphalt

And I want to tell you
you felt like homecoming
                       (even though you were always leaving,
                                                    and i was never staying)

I saw the flowers in your mouth
          and I wanted to taste them
                     wanted to take them for my own
  but I wasn't ready
                       to be
                  selfish
            with you
                       yet.

Perhaps we'll meet
again in a city
                                       much larger
                                          than ours
And I'll fall in love with your flowers
                                              again
*(and­ perhaps this time,
                                I'll let them grow)

as pathetic as it sounds,
im having withdrawal symptoms
from being away from you
and id like to say im handling it
but im really not
because i miss your voice
and your touch
and you overall presence
and i can feel my chest caving in
and my head really hurts
please come back and hold me like you used to
or at least tell me that you miss me
because holy *******’re destroying me
and not hearing from you
makes every day a little harder
because the truth is all i want to do
is sleep so i can see your face
for a little while
october 22, 2014

Your thoughts are so off brand
        I can't get them at the grocery store

This matter of life and death

is a serious matter
not to be taken lightly
as though watching a play
from a seat in a balcony

Stand up

get on stage and take your bow
choose a character and play yourself
as far as your heart will take you
the part has been written
the casting call is posted
you are invited to play the role
you were born for

I am a stranger
Of a forgotten touch
Where love once came
Now a forbidden embrace

Just a stranger
Who desired too much
Needing a heart to claim
But now, lost without a trace

Stranger in another land
With no other place to go
No arms there to hold me
Burning in a sun, all alone

A stranger who doesn't understand
Of all the things I need to know
A prisoner who is never set free
Feeling this heat, on my own