I wrote you eight poems. They tasted like ground-up cinnamon.
The lights came, I told them I had nothing else to write.
When they laughed, my bones split with them.
There were brambles at the bottom of our garden, they held their heat like the arms they scratched.
They grew back every time like they were reminding us that nothing else could exist in the chemicals.
The chemicals said no.
My skin told me I didn't want to be there. My hands ached.
I held my breath for the length of the factory. I held my breath every first time you touched me.
When we turned the corner in the dark your indicator flashing against the wall made me feel like flying. I still feel that when I don't think about it.
There is a hole near the top corner of the front door. I leave the back window unlocked. Maybe you will find a way in. Maybe you are still trying.
I held my breath for you.

I lost the moon while counting the stars in your eyes.

He hates sunrise
because the lovely pale glow of each ray
is a beautiful dagger pointed straight at his heart
the tip an inch away
from drawing the life out of him
you are the life in him
and he hates you so.

He hates anchors
because they don’t let
even the biggest ships glide along the waters as they please
and you don’t let him glide along as he pleases
you are his anchor
and he hates you so.

He hates the wind
because without it
he would have no direction
no strength to move on
you are
and you aren’t his wind
and he hates you so.

I have watched him
sail the hardest seas
cut through the roughest waters
brave the wildest winds
but you…
he doesn’t know how to deal
with the pain of missing you.

You and I have been us so long
That's all I know how to do
But since you said goodbye, I'm gone
I'm having to learn something new

I'm too old to go back to school
If you must know the truth
This is the hardest thing I've ever done
Learning how to un-love you

Falling head over heals was the easy part
It's all I ever wanted to do
Love with you was a work of art
With the lines drawn out so smooth

Not sure I would have started this
In hindsight if I knew
How hard it'd be to study this
Learning how to un-love you

Perhaps I do not help myself
by writing of you
and how you tore at the tendons
of my heart

But sometimes
it makes things seem a bit more real
even if it does hurt
and people tell me to forget him

But it is very difficult to forget someone
when they speak to you
in your dreams

Every person has intricate details that they never notice. You don't stare at yourself or watch yourself talk all the time. You don't realize the way it looks when you bite your lip, and look at the ground for hesitation. You don't see your cheeks get red after you get embarrassed by something. You don't see your outward appearance of yourself. You only see the photographs, videos, and mirror images.  We can't see ourselves out of a set of eyes. And our eyes hold much more than a camera or mirror does. Our eyes are connected to our souls. And with that you see things beautifully. It takes someone to truly love you to not only notices those habits and quirks daily. But can look straight into your eyes and know what you're feeling. For you cannot see when I look at you.  You never will be able to. And even though there are so many people out there that see you and notice you, no one looks
at you the way I do. I see you with my heart, not my eyes. And what I see when I look at you, is pure beauty. The inner parts of you that no one else can see... Those are my favorite things. Your body is like a map, and each time I will reach your lips, it's the destination I've been looking for while I travel across your crevices of your perfect silhouette, and I always find my way back to my destination, where our souls meet through our lips. When we will kiss, your spirit travels in through my veins and knocks in my heart all at once, and opens right up for you. Your spirit grabs a hold of my heart and whispers sweet and loving thoughts straight into my veins, which gives my blood warmth, and it seeps throughout my whole body. Giving me complete comfort and leaving me speechless. My stomach starts turning over and over of excitement if you even say my name, or look at me. I know you
said you need some time. & I respect that. But I think you know, that I know, that I'm ready. All I want is you.