At times
I think to myself
that I would give anything
just to talk to you
one more time
but then I realize
I already said
everything
I wanted to say
and at that point
I would just be repeating myself
So maybe
its really not the words
I wish to reaffirm
Its the memories
that I only wish to recreate
in my present.
Either way,
there is nothing left
for me to regret
except
my punctured pride
which I already swallowed
So many moons ago

Sometimes
I agree with your poem
Doesn't mean I like. . .

Of course there's other muses. .

You
    are
just
    my
favorite.

Love is what remains
When passion
burns all else away.

I have grown tired
of
screaming
into
these
deaf
  Ears

My Passion
which once burned bright as the sun
extinguished and collapsed on itself
becoming the black hole
that created this void.

It is hard
     to catch a glass
          that is already
                     s        
                          ­     h        
               a
                       t
                                  t
                   e
                                           r
                              i
                       n
                                              g.

These tired eyes are desensitized
from every lie I've been supplied
but I watched the tides
and rode the winds
yet still cant pretend
I wouldn't do it again.

Even if lose or win
      Even if sink or swim