When it comes to poetry,
You were the center of my writing.
My inspiration was your strength.
When you left,
It was like learning to write all over again.
This time I learned to think for myself
And when to close the door on us.

Depression speaks in tongues only the weak and lonely can understand.
It's schizophrenic whispers in your ear when you know no one is there.
It's comforting when it's your only friend to talk to.
It's mumbling shadows on your wall
Telling you it's ok to end it all.
In the end I was there when no one could
No one understands why your so misunderstood...

The love for a girl begins a new.
The sun breaks and the dawn strikes,
Shards of the sun Pierce the darkness
She is mine
The day is mine with her rays to blot out the dark recesses of my mind.
The heart bleeds to live, to love, to hurt and feel.
To embrace life undaunted with her smile lighting the way.  
Hands held close,
music of the wind sings the tune of death
Life goes on
The wrinkles of our love decay with time
Soon once more
She will light the fire in my heart
The day beings a new
          the love is passed on.

The feeling is fuzzy,
everywhere but the pit of my stomach.
It aches, more or less moans at me.
Yells so loud the guilt must be herd by my head and the heart nurtures such sympathy.

It rings in my head when it's quiet,
when I'm alone its louder,
like multiple gun shots to the tune of a symphony.
It's sleepless nights,
fighting back hunger
and worse of all
its lying to a loved one.