how strange; you leave me
hanging on to your words
like parachutes, a smile
dancing across my gratuitous
face; appalachian eyes
the color of melancholy
and mouth of a sailor.

you said, I never thought
that I would miss you
quite this much.
...and my very heart
swooned at the idea of
you, so very far away,
so close to me.

come home to me,
darling, I want to tell you
how much I've missed you.

Raindrops collect in the cracks of the windowsill.
Tears acrobat out of my almond eyes,
My heart is a black flower crumbling in ashes.

I would die a hundred times for my heart to meet yours.
The wet magnolia petals in the churchyard
root my weeping into the ground.

Tylenols for the depths of fever,
in sunrise of morning, my eyes are stained pink.
Dreams of never-ending fall from atop a building, coming to you.

Mist of pine-needles brush stone-carved grave beneath me,
Whisper prayer to beloved on my knees,
roses, daisies, marigolds in vase water the beauty of him.

I either want to love you or die. No in-between.

I want to touch you
All of you
From the bend in your toes
To the crook in your nose
I crave the feeling of your not-quite-straight teeth
the underneath of your chin
Where your stubble begins
Your usually chapped lips
Pressed upon mine
The feeling of the bumps of your spine
Would probably give me chills
And thrills
To feel your fingers through my hair
I can't bare
To think of you away from me
Don't you see?
We're meant to be.
we fit perfectly together
And I'm sure we can weather
Any storm
I was born and bound
To love you
The hounds of Hell
Are ******* my heels
This feels like damnation
Not salvation
Being in love is not beautiful
Having shared love is
I'm in the business
Of having the first
But not the latter
This ladder that I climb
Is falling apart
And I'm falling down
Falling
Into the ground
So for awhile
I'll
Be bitter
But one day I'll be better

I am a ghost chased by the present
Forever burrying my mind in the future
Under ancient texts and maps that tell
Of times the world no longer speaks of

I linger and I run, then I repeat,
Until my legs give way and I slip,
Tumbling through the earth until I land
With a thud on a different continent
And I am content there until
The locals begin to know my name

I am a shadow shrouded in anonymity
Smiling at strangers, but never speaking,
Looking vaguely out of transit windows
Like I'm learning something very important
From the senseless blurs that pass us by

I am alone and I am surrounded, all at once,
And I'm not afraid to die alone because
The truth is that we all do,
No matter who's holding tight to
Our old brittle hearts and our seasoned souls

In the end it's only going to be me
And I'm enough

I didn't want to wake
up this morning

(people who like the winter
most of all enjoy making their
own warmth)

be my summertime?

You are
as vast as the ocean

Climb up
onto my hometown shores

and let me kiss you once more.