My best poems
Come at times
When I'm sad.
I have a hard time writing
When I'm happy.
Whether that's beautiful
Or tragic
I have yet to decide.
Is it beatuful
That I let others
See my soul?
Or tragic
That it's the only time I can?

When I was little,
I was afraid of the dark.
Like most kids,
I had a night light
To battle the shadows.
But now I can't sleep,
Unless there's no light to be seen.
Because in the darkness,
Is where I find solace.
In the darkness,
I've made my home.

At 3 am,
In a small city
Where the stars barely shine
And the darkness is silent,
You can hear hidden crickets
And feel the ghosts of forgotten memories.
They call it the witching hour,
But I call it
The hour of inspiration.
Because it's at 3 am,
That I write my best poems.
But it's also the only time,
That I let the tears fall
And I allow myself to think
Of hugs from winter,
Conversations with the breeze,
And the kisses from the stars.

I made a promise
To be yours
For as long as you want me.
Well darling,
It's clear to me you don't.
So don't mind me,
I'm moving on with my life.
It seems a little fast?
Well that's too bad.
Sound familiar?
You went from loving me
To loved me,
In just over an hour.

I've known you as one name.
I nickname
I thought you preferred.
I've gotten so used
To using it.
But I love your name.
I think it suits you.
So I'll call you by one name,
Sing it to the sun.
Breathe it out
Like a breeze in the summer.
But your other name,
I'll whisper to the stars.
Let in fall from my tongue
Like a prayer to the moon.

I had a dream,
We were sitting side by side.
I was crying.
You wanted to hold my hand.
But I shook my head and said,
"No, you're not mine anymore."

In the dream,
You took my hand
And you whispered in my ear,
"But I could be again."

That's how I knew it was a dream.
Those simple words clued me in.
Because you're not mine.
And you don't want to be.

He wrapped his arms around me.
Kissed the top of my head.
He would say everything is alright,
And I believed him everytime.
I loved that feeling,  
Being in his arms.
He shielded me from the world,
And protected me from myself.
But now he's gone
And it hurts so much.
But what hurts the most
Is that I still feel him here,
Like a phantom.
In my mind,
He's still holding me close.
I want to scream,
And maybe punch him.
But I'm so tired.
I just can't hate him.
No matter how much I try,
I can't stay mad.
I hate this feeling.