It's been seven days since we last spoke
And those words were rarley kind
That Monday i told you I hated you
That Monday you told me love  was blind.

Since then I've tried replacing you
Blocking you from my being
However no matter how hard i try  
If i close my eyes it's your face I'll be seeing.

I like to keep my poetry short and sweet
The same with my affair
But you effected me so abudently
I think of you more than I'd like to share.

So please, even though we no longer speak
Do not think that you're gone for good
I wish that Monday had never happened
If I could change these seven days,
I would.

There's something deliciously beautiful about watching another inhale fumes from a cigarette,
sat on the window sill, or led in bed.
There lips caress the filter, hand sturdy, still,
a slow drag in, pause, out.
Swirls beyond swirls seen in the moons dim light,
here the tragic line between beauty and death.

I wrote poetry on your skin.

Tracing every part of your body with a finger
My favorite was writing in french, tragedies,
A silent truth an inevitable one.

One my Father had told me previously on the back of a napkin
But you didn't know about the beauty of the patterns on your shoulders
Or the secrets hidden amidst your chest

Instead you fell silently into a subconscious bliss
Unconcerned about the predictions that covered your sleeping self
They sunk,
Deep,
Into your skin.

And you didn't care.

Your drugs come in a plastic baggie inhaled through your nose,
I inhale the scent of your skin looking at you i froze,

My parents warned me about you, a bad boy with good lips,
Overdosing on your mystery your mind concealed like a solar eclipse,

Puffing on a beneficial herb that makes you sleep at night,
Who'd of known i could become high from you; a tragically damaged delight.

You kissed me for the last time before you drove away in your car,
My mind repeating the words I'd spoke out I think I'd gone to far,
Foggy were your eyes, rage burning mine,
You found a pretty blonde to play with, I'd gone to far this time,
And yet one hundred miles away I wake with your speckled face in mind,
Deceived by my own feelings greed had made me blind,
It's only now I walk the day with doubt only now the night i lack,
Lack the courage to tell you I'm sorry, but It's far too late to ever go back.

The first time I met you I questioned your place
Looking into your sad eyes, your mysterious face
The way you just stood there fixed on my eyes
Feelings of electric between you and me flies
The first time you kissed me I had my eyes shut
But I can't forget the feelings I felt in my gut
Some strange hold you had over me I simply cannot loose
And so I had made a decision,  I had to choose
But I cannot regret that decision that I made
For if one relationship didn't end ours would of fade
And so we're here, unsure of where we stand
Led in the darkness holding your hand
Listening to sad stories about your past
Opening up your feelings letting me in at last
I admire your courage I'm in love with your smile
Wait a bit longer, just for a little while.

They say if you look up at the moon someone somwhere is looking up too,

That night the moon was clear as can be and so I reminiced of you and me,

A time and a date many memories ago
A place full of happiness never any woe,

A night so bright it shimmered like gold
A love affair of the ages never to be told,

A young romance between friends, a night time thrill
Staring at the stars I begin to feel a sudden chill,

As I glance away from the moon and the sky,
I have myself questioning why oh why?

Why did our love die like the shimmering stars,
Our love doomed, like venus and mars.