Today is cloudy
No sunshine to look upon
Farewell the blue sky

*~Marian~

Sitting in my room
A ****** is the moon
I stare back at her
Gone when I wake at noon
She's always gone too soon

Who do you run to?
When you just want comfort
When you just want to be cured
I just want to be cured
I just want to be cured

They say distance
Makes the heart grow fonder
It seems you have grown
In my heart
From 850 miles away

You lit a flame
That not even
Michigan winters
Could touch

I want to curl up
Beside you
And fall asleep
In the crook of your neck
Like you curled up
Inside my bones
To keep me warm
From within

The past does not last,it cannot because I blew it up,threw it up.used it and chewed it up and now I'm immune to it,forgot all that ****,albeit due
to a tot or two of the devils brew
but you knew that,
you know how I am
you have kissed and tasted the lips of this man
but now I've began and can act like a man in my very own show,but you know that too,I know that you do and you know I love you.
Getting on through as best as I can
getting on through as a man
and I am
my past.

I found a sketch
I did

of your face.

I am careful
as my fingers pinch the edge
feeling the straight line

one hand separating from the other.

I start from the top
and end in the bottom.
going the same direction as
us.

I am careful
as I rip away the shreds of you.

careful to destroy every semblance
to the face I tried to capture.

for the honesty that existed there
was one that my own hands
and eyes
added

and it is
in the mass of the irregular
white pieces
and gray lines

that I see the truth of you.

I grasp the pieces in my palms
and clasp
and feel
as they rest in the spaces
between my fingers

it is in this mass
of shapeless nothingness

that I begin to really feel

you.