......And she wrote in a frenzy
Breathless and thirsty.
Words to feed her mind
Stories to feed her soul.
And she kept writing, incessantly,
As if it was akin to breathing.......

I’ve missed you  
and writing this
has been long        overdue,

       I gave you my heart
though it tore apart,

you halved it with your words–
       your ever so charming choice
of vocabulary:
       the knife
which shred it open.

Now if I hand you
       the device which
              pumps the air into my lungs
                     and allows the flow of life
              into my veins
       would you tape it back together
into a functioning pump?

or would you        throw it
into the well
and        drown me along
secluded within such thoughts?

Perhaps I
       must ask
              myself
first.

I was about
to enter
a state of unconsciousness;
relaxed limbs
and a resting head
on a soft mattress
and a puffed pillow,

then you came along
and spoke
to my thoughts
and demanded I write
and listen to you
translate your presence
into free-versed
lines and stanzas

and I always
surrender to your demands.

I've been in love with you
for so long
that I've lost track
so why does it surprise you
that I'm going to feel incomplete
until you love me back?

Drones strike down on innocent Arabs
Capitalist exploiters enslave poor Asians
Never before has there been so much international unity
Against a common enemy:
Justice.

Humanity desperate and starved
Rights and legalities ignored by power-hungry Israelis
funded by Americans
who know not of what is really happening.

Trillions in circulation, a global economy
Rich getting unbelievably richer, without a doubt
but the poor stay poor
and in their misery they dare to demand more
Politicians.

Global warming, eminent catastrophe
Foundation of capitalism cracking and crumbling
Where, now, will humanity turn?
Towards the new, and away from the old.

Her eyes are full of sorrow
like a darkness in the distant yet serene skies

He, doesn't speak
but it's what he says!
One by one
he reads the living lies

He can see she's 'gripped'
with a sudden sadness
yet it's not
so recent

she coils around a look
that is forgotten
but she refuses to set it free

her heavy eyes haunt,
and taunt him
yet 'his' insist on focusing
  just
    trying
      to
        believe....

There is a married feeling
dark soft and warm
snuggled against my back
between seas of blankets.

Soft breathing, warm skin
and i am scared to roll over
into the wisdom of your beauty

because I don't want to
disturb you.

He was just a boy.

Nothing special. He was just the boy with the dark brown almost pitch black eyes and the soft hair. He was just the boy who only listened to books because he couldn't stand reading.

Nothing special.
Except.

He was also the boy who knew her favorite Starbucks flavor and had amazing taste in music and made her heart race. He was the boy who  listened to all her favorite books and ran track and spoke two languages and was too good for her.

She didn't deserve him. That much she knew.

So when he talked to the other girls and held hands with someone else she didn't complain. She just silently cried herself to sleep and lied and said that nothing was wrong, if she says it long enough-maybe it'll be true.

Maybe.
Hopefully.
Probably not.

Oh well.

She knew there was someone out there who would make her smile and laugh and maybe even fall in love and forget the dark days. She wasn't worthless, that much she knew.

Until then, she wasn't giving up hope. She was done crying.
After all,

He was just a boy.

Dont feel bad my child.
It will be okay.
She was another problem,
The memories will fade away.

Love at first sight.
Perfect for the blindness I feel.
Held tight and felt love,
But now its death that will heal.

No more ******* and lies I say.
I dont care what you think.
Ill see a psychologist.
Ill talk to my shrink.

But nothing will change how a felt about you,
But everything about me will.
I kissed her with unwanted scars,
Scars that will not heal...