You know and I know and they know that there are those people that you have known about for the longest time
Those people who don't even exist in the back of your mind,
but you know that their existence is...
well...
in existence.
I am becoming friends with those kinds of people, people that make their nests in the deepest shadows of my subconscious.
Interesting human beings to say the least, each with their mandala-like moves and quirks that I have not yet memorized.
These are the people I am choosing to spend the moments that I have on earth with.
Interesting, don't you think?

the man with my heart
there you stand not knowing what you do to me
my stomach screaming, my insides reeling, playing hopscotch and jumping rope
your smile excites me, your goodness places me in a trance
those puppy dog eyes are begging to be played with
alas, you are far beyond me
in both age and experience
all you will ever see me as is a young lady
who knows where she is at
but nonetheless
is too young

I am writing a poem that doesn't rhyme
to show you that I can survive
without you and your crooked smile
without you and your love that was so vile

I am writing a poem that is small
small like the idea that I am still in love with the thought of you

I write to you in high hopes
high hopes that you are doing just fine
I write to you in long terms
long terms filled with a load of forced gleam
This goes out in hopes that you have
found love
found happiness
stopped the pain
and moved on
I write to you in high hopes
high hopes that you are doing just fine
unlike me.