The most tragic love stories
Are the ones where,
There's too much love
To match the too much
Distance.

I've put away my starry eyed gaze
Which always got me into trouble.
Losing all touch to the depths of my soul.
Stars only appear under the Hubble.


It was necessary to let you go.
But I unwound all the string,
like a kitten too eager.
I've had love and pain.
And now I have neither.

we are always asked
to understand the other person's
viewpoint
no matter how
out-dated
foolish or
obnoxious.
one is asked
to view
their total error
their life-waste
with
kindliness,
especially if they are
aged.
but age is the total of
our doing.
they have aged
badly
because they have
lived
out of focus,
they have refused to
see.
not their fault?
whose fault?
mine?
I am asked to hide
my viewpoint
from them
for fear of their
fear.
age is no crime
but the shame
of a deliberately
wasted
life
among so many
deliberately
wasted
lives
is.

When a boy tells you
he loves you,
Nothing tells you it's a lie.
No alarms go off,
No one warns you.
No one tells you
that all he will do
is hurt you and demand
you say
you love him too.
And it's too late to go back.