i.
hearing your name still fills me with a certain intoxicating sweetness.

ii.
i hate you. god, i hate you so much. but i love you. please come back.

iii.
i'm sorry that it had to end up like this. i don't think you care, though.

iv.
it's okay if you've lost your innocence. i've lost mine, too. life will do that to people.

v.
i was often happiest when you said my name like maybe i meant something to you.

vi.
i am stuck between wanting to forget you and wanting to crawl back to you.

vii.
most of my poems are still about you, even now.

viii.
i hope you're doing okay.

ix.
please don't forget me.

x.**
thank you.

Should I curse thee,
Even as you brush me free,
Without a care in the world, without a thought,
Even as I lay here, wondering what I saw in you, what I sought,

Is it possible, that your words were true,
Or was it just your treacherous brew,
Just another sly snare,
Punishment for my fascination with your soul, the dreaded fare,
For revealing all, for baring my wounded soul's damage without a care?

Yet, as days go by,
With my endless sigh,
I feel that you are but one,
Another fleeting sun,
And even with your setting, I am but at a loss,
As my heart beats for no other, my beloved.

Just your touch,
A mere caress, a slight graze,
Sets me into a feeling, an indescribable healing,
The insignificance of my soul's bleeding,
Paling to the brilliance of your presence with my wound's sealing.

Without remorse, let us gaze upon another,
As brother to brother,
Or lover to lover,
Or dealer to healer,

With this contemplation,
Let us meet once more,
Even as we realize death is but a door,
To that harbor,
Where we will never again be forced to say farewell.

Linger within me,
Stay forever more,
Woes begone,
As I succintly taste your essence.

Fresh memories of you,
Almost as if yesterday,
Brighten me to nostalgia,
Even as if I feel your fingers on my wrist,
Even as I feel you never departed, pulling away,
Leaving me, alone, to lay in wait, for that fated day.

If you have a moment,
Sir or Madam,
would you please hear my lament,
of the sad and woeful tale
Of Fail.

Hidden behind masks,
Enscribed with who he wished to be,
Yet,
Ever so deceptive,
Of his true identity.

Today, I am Ceasar,
Tomorrow, Shakespeare.
Yet,
These masks,
Are but a tool...

Tomorrow's play,
They will soon say,
Shall be my most glorious act,
Known to man!

With no regret,
Do not fret,
I shall don the greatest of all masks...
Myself!          

Now, you may ask,
Who is Myself?
We put our true identity on the shelves,
To show no mortal, not even ourselves!

Yet,
perhaps...
Bear with me...
If I were myself...
I would be content with myself!

No, no, no...Forgive Me!
Who am I to say this the way to be!
The only way to be merry...is to be someone who I am not!
To please others is the way to attain happiness, is it not?

Fail discarded his "Myself" mask that day,
Yet, forevermore, everyday,
He questioned who he was,
As he never truly felt to be himself.

Now, since you have stuck by me until the end of this tale,
And, with the unfortunate Fail,
I inquire of you, and, please, discard all of your masks, if you can:
Who are you, really?

Who are we to say,
That they and those with whom they lay,
Are forever condemned to eternal fire on this day?

They say they speak for the one above,
Yet who are they to say who and who God is to love?

Are we not all one and the same,
Denizens of this world living under one name?

Yet, instead, we intend
To hate until they bend,
And seek their inglorious end.

Let us love one another,
As sister to sister, brother to brother,

None of us are free,
Until our brothers and sisters see,
The day they may sor in the sky,
Shackleless,without a sigh,
As they reach their dreams, saying goodbye.

Gaze at the darkness.
A part of you.

Yet, you refuse its advances.
Saying, you are pure.

Yet, our world is not pure.
Thus, how are those blasphemous words...
Spewed from your lips?

Accept it. Embrace it.
The darkness teaches you.

Use the darkness in you.
Realize that all good is dark, without a doubt.

Yet, the good retain their strength,
By realizing their dark potential,
And, still, steering away from acceptance.

Welcome the darkness in you.
A part of you.