Misty white light
Reflects off clouds
Through windows
Onto skin
Up arms, down legs
Liquefying resistance
Weighing down on her back
Eyes closed
Movement is subdued
Between dreams and life
A comfortable purgatory
No needs or wants or
Thoughts
The brain is chained up
No more running away
Safe to endure
Until an eye makes move to open
A lock will follow suite

Pools of heat we play in whenever,
A Love so grand an endeavor
But romance is dead forever
Where is it found and how do we follow?
In truth we’re only left to wallow
Because romance is dead forever.
Let us and me and you scorn them,
The rulers we believe condemn,
But no more are they worthy of attention
Because romance is dead forever.
If it shows only dark and dreary endings,
Why must we keep going on pretending?
While why is only a question
And time is only a piece
I hope to give a suggestion
That without a love forever
We float a little higher, little longer
In our own, worthwhile release

I want to be made of ink
To dance with the words on a page
And be part of someone’s story
To lose myself in possibilities
In a world of warm rain and
Blurry morning light

I guess I’ll just wait
Another month
Just one November
Some time in between
And then I’ll tell you
I promise
I always keep my promise
But I should wait
I don’t know what I want
And I’m sorry I hurt you
I’m sorry it will be more than a November
I just need to know if it was you
Or the feeling
I wish they were one in the same, but
Sometimes it’s too easy for me to
fall in love with love
and not you
God I don’t want to
Hurt you

And that is what’s
Changed
I hurt him to find comfort in anything else, but
Hurting you is
Slowly
Clipping —chipping at my heart
Right in the middle
Like a bullet that goes straight in so
You dig, and dig dig dig
Through this mess in your chest your
Mind alone in its room of mirrors nothing
Is changing

Bang shot fired only
One shot fired but zing
Boom Boom Boom
louder, pounding head shouting
don’t bite it just swallow
Chest is hollow throat is
Tighter face turning whiter wait-
Don’t forget to breathe, *******, in ,****,
out- stop

I was supposed to be happy
I left him because it was
Right
It was
Socially acceptable
But I was pulled so hard away from
You
I didn’t want to let go, and I don’t know why I’m crying
It’s over a year since you cared
I think you did
Or maybe you just wanted her,and I know she wanted you
But why does it still have to
hurt
when he moves on with her
I know I use her as a mirror
Because I don’t know how to judge anyone but the reflection
I want to smash it but
I can’t
I need it
I need to know why
And I want it to stop because it
Hurts, so bad
The first relationship shouldn’t feel like this
He was too long ago, too shallow, too blind to see you for you
So why does it
hurt
My face is still wet
And this isn’t helping

Your love was orange
And I never really liked orange
Before I could see the bright floating fire
On the sea of your iris’
Orange was the color of forced smiles
Days of sun when the world needs a little rain
But when the sprinkle
Turns to storms
I see you
And you don’t run for cover
You run for me
And I can see my orange
My sunset heart
For the first time
And I could cry
All the velvets and rivers and fields
But all I want is orange

You tasted like starbursts
My hand holding me up in the tall scratchy tree
Your arm around my waist
I kissed you soft so as not to break the moment
You tasted like starbursts
I could see my friends
I wanted them to see us
See me
Kissing you in the tree
As I tried not to fall, but I know it was
Too late because
on your chapped pink lips
You tasted like starbursts

The calming beaches fill with strong currents going every way, too many ways
I warn them, and wrong sounds of rushing water fill their ears instead
They need to run, but their bodies can’t move
No
They won’t move
They want to stay with me
No
They give me their hand
But I’m not ready to go yet,
the sun is still out lying with me in the sand    
It surrounds me in an embrace I never want to let go
The last thing I can’t let go of
The heat feels so natural
And I’ll wait for the storm to pass
Watching them walk up and away from my little beach
I should call
Shout  
Scream
It’s okay, they can’t hear me now
I shouldn’t strain my voice
I can wait
And maybe next time I’ll go