I loved him
with my soul, and
he loved me
with his limbs
and I guess I didn't
mind,
for a while,
because I
couldn't tell the difference,
until I saw those
careless limbs
wrapped and grown around
the soul of
another

I visited
the park today,
just for old time's sake,
and rode the swings too high,
until I feared
I'd flip over the top.

Falling face first
toward the ground
was the only way
I could recreate
the sinking in my gut
I felt when we would
kiss.

Where I'm from, there isn't an
ocean for miles;
and yet, each day, dozens of
seagulls flock
to the parking lot
at school.
I've spent so long wondering
why they continue to return --
there's nothing for them here.

Then again, I suppose we have
that much in common

You'll never love yourself
half as much as I love you.
You'll never treat yourself right darling
but I want you to.
If I let you know,
I'm here, for you.
Maybe you'll love yourself
like I, love you.

I tucked my throwaway tears
into the cracks of city sidewalks,
between the phantom footprints
that you left behind on your
way to something better.

not all poetry is written
nor does every poet write,
my lover is a poet who
turns skin to parchment
and composes sonnets
in the night.

I want to know
what you are doing
every minute
of every day.

Where you go
who you see
how you think
what you dream.

But I know nothing
anymore, except
that it is probably
better that way.