I tried to write you a poem,
But all I could think about were your eyes
Give me a minute
I need to enjoy the view

You came out of your hole as you do every year,
You're so cuddly and cute, I wish you'd stay,
Here, beside me like you do in August and May,
Oh wait a minute, that wasn't you, was it dear?

I love you dearly and want to kiss you daily,
If only seasons were not so envious and cause us misery.

The sky is a bit grey now
and as quickly as you appear, you disappear,
Oh does that mean
I will be lonely again for another year?
But it's Valentine and who will i dine, dear?

You sensed my sorrow and you turn around
and you say gently, almost profound,
It's not valentine's my love,
It's Groundhog's Day! Go and Return another day!

whatever gets you through your days,
do it.

if it's that late night walk with your pack of cigarettes that you bummed off a drunken homeless man,
do it.

if it's that blade you've thrown away numerous times but always find yourself digging through that bathroom trash to retrieve the comfort it once gave you,
do it.

if it's that alcohol that you stole after waiting for hours for your parents to finally go to sleep,
do it.

and do it until you can't do it anymore.
do it until it fixes you.
or do it until you realize there are better ways.

but if it helps you,
**do it.

Hands trembling
Knees shaking
Close to vomiting
Sweat pouring
Pavement pounding
Getting further
My destination is set to victory
Heart is about to explode
Let it
I've never felt this alive

It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.

Let me give you coral colored kisses
And make you chocolate
After my coffee
Ruffle your hair
And smoke our morning
Right out of the window
Let's make a game
Of trying not to walk
Downstairs today.

sometimes I write goodbyes
to prepare for hellos
and maybe that's why
they like me
(when I'm distant)