I have found
that the most heartbreaking thing
is an unknown
last kiss.

chapped lips
locked up,
will no longer be the story tellers
carrying me to sleep
on drunk nights.

no more twig arms
keeping me close.

nor a simple smile,
to be greeted with.

as it did a year ago,
another slit,
with each thought of you.

I hate myself
for missing you.

She runs out of breathe whenever he's around
making her insides flip and die

Worthless feelings trying to abscond
knowing that he won't come by her side

For he likes girls who are different from her
smiling through the pain

How she wished that its easy to go yonder
away from every feelings that will happen again

I sit and wait for you.
I remember the talks, the food fights, the break downs in which I never took you seriously. The accidental alcohol and the survival that we did.

You, so confident, so you.

I felt underserving of your coolness, of your friendship. But I loved every moment.
You may have mocked, but I never felt like you truly cared about my red beret and just said to take it off for forms sake,

after all, we were only 12 or so.

Shows, and 4 hour laughter fits. Wal mart on roller skates.

Through our entire lives, I felt blessed to be your friend. And I never wanted to put you into a box to be close to you. No labels, just true, honest, just being who we were


I have never thought any girl was good enough for you.



We had to grow up sometime, but I'm no good at growing any way but wider.
And I'm not going to force you or pressure you to take my calls, or talk to me. I haven't done anything wrong that I know of so our non-communication is more of a i'm-busy-youre-busy type of thing.

Late at night I miss your voice.

This is just a note, dropping a line, wrote late at night with burning cigarette, to let you know that I'm waiting always to hear your voice. Some people claim that boys and girls can't be friends because there is that base ****** attraction.

I think they are wrong but then again, you're not a boy and I'm not a girl.

These things I pray for you,
happiness
joy
a passion that leaves your breathless
a purpose
resolution
and love

There's a piece of me in every mile and a memory of you in every smile.
I litter the highway with my heart as the space between grows further apart-
This trail I'm leaving will serve to bring the two of us together again.

I left a piece outside your door and placed the last on my entry floor.
Should you find the temptation too great, head my way; I'll wait.
Pick up the pieces as you go, and bring them with you to make me whole.

Maybe it will be I, who snaps under the weight of such a gap,
And then I'll find my way to you until I have all the pieces due.
We'll seal them together with a kiss and not think about such a time as this

When you are there and I am here and neither one is very near.
There's a piece of me in every mile, and they're waiting out the meanwhile
Until I see your face again and can once more my whole heart claim.

Oh, will you ever return to me,
My wild first force, will you return
When the old madness comes to
Blacken in me and to burn
Slow in my brain like a slow fire
In a blackened brazier - dull
like a smear of blood,
Humid and hot evil, slow-sweltering
up in a flood!
Oh, will you not come back, my fierce song?
Jubilant and exultant, triumphing over
the huge wrong
of that slow fire of madness that feeds
on me - the slow mad blood
thick with its hate and evil, sweltering
up in its flood!
Oh! will you not purge it from me -
my wild lost flame?
Come and restore me, save me from the
intolerable shame
Of that huge eye that eats into my
Naked body constantly
And has no name,
Gazing upon me from the immense and
Cruel bareness of the sky
That leaves no mercy of concealment
That gives no promise of revealment
And that drives us on forever with its
lidless eye
Across a huge and houseless level of
a planetary vacancy
Oh, wild song and fury, fire and flame,
Lost magic of my youth return, defend
me from this shame!
And Oh! You golden vengeance of bright
song
Not cure but answer to earth's wrong

Courting cobra woman, never lets him go out of her focus,
pure passion made her hiss with delight, just on seeing him,
when her lips gathered his, her hiss led to a performance,
coiled together they swayed in sweet pressure, intensified by heat,
cobra woman told him not to be daunted by her ****** ferociousness,
her poison, he understood was pleasure by another name,
he then felt a drowsiness,so pleasant, that never will be explained in words