walking for the emptiness
walking for the mind moves
and i won't cry for you
it's not what i do
it's not what i do
i listen to the blues
i sink into the blue.

all of a sudden
i hate you
and everything
you stand for.

I write poetry to forget you. Hoping with every clever word phrase, you'll find your way out of my memory.
I just want you to know, betwixt all these fancy words and captivating images there's a broken girl who sits dangerously at the end of a piece of drift wood as a tornado approaches the shores of a distance beach.
There's a crooked smile singing the praises of some self found confidence that could be bottled and sold in the nearest gag shop.
There's a record player in my chest rotating the same three songs all with the same sad tune of "maybe this time". There's an empty casket going into an unmarked grave for feelings I thought we could share but never quite died.
There's a timid hand shake wrapped in insecurities doused in ambition and remorse for the words and actions that lacked excitement when I took the hand of some fragment that should have replaced you.

Unexplainable infatuation
Whenever you're near
A burst of true affection
Flowing through these tears

Of this heart t'was  broken
And can only be fixed
By a true, warm and brightened
Affectionate kiss

Memories of You and I
You and I, and not us
Back and forth they travel
Only love without lust

Our fates intertwined
Through our glances they crossed
In the moment, could I find?
True love, I was lost.

Days with you seemed too fast
Truly now I regret
Too much time had been wasted
From the moment that we met

And now I'm still waiting
A desperate romantic
To our hope, still clinging
Till the clock will stop ticking