Another week passed.
Could I wait long
enough for the past?
Would it pass me by?
I could hold it and try.

To work through
something
as hollow as a sigh.
I'd be fine for now-
Confined by a lie.

the award for 'best sense'
goes to Touch.
let me prove it to you:
I can survive without
/seeing
/hearing
/smelling
/tasting
and though I'd love to see your eyes spark with passion
and though I'd love to hear your happiness when you succeed
and though I'd love to smell your aftershave in the morning
and though I'd love to taste your kisses created for me
I would rather cut off my tongue or gouge out an eye,
than live a day on this earth with no hands of yours in mine.

I want to tell you how beautiful you are.
This isn't dependent on your clothes or car.
Not dependent on your grades or how much you were paid.
This is shown through your altruistic understanding.
That every man and woman is here standing.
No one can fly, no one can breathe underwater.

I'm done with the *******.

You are ALL beautiful, and I LOVE you all.

my box of journals caught fire

memories hold heat, see
above the box spring and mattress
I lay lit by your memory
back to the sheets
head slightly off the bed
then I dropped a thought of you.
just a small mental snap;
the curve of your back…
that’s the only kindling our heat needed to sizzle
now I’m drenched in fire~