You used to want to hold me in your arms,
Now the games give you solace. 
You’d tell me your every thought,
Now we sit in stillness.
I want to be there.
Your episodes are new seasons to me.
I share my body in ache for your showcase and closeness. 
Once you’re done with me you’re back on your solitude. 
I used to be your light,
But I’ve dimmed the ‘shine’ with my selfishness.
My job is to be there,
But my presence feels so obsolete,
Disconnected.
I must be patient with you. 
Kiss me through the phone,
I want to replenish your heart.
Nurture you from the ground up,
Water you with my affirmations.

I hope my eyes still give you a kaleidoscopic dream.

Wish things were the way they used to be. 
Now I barely see you and you’re right in my face. 
It’s like I’m frustrated 
But can’t be. 
I need to be there.
Waking up every morning 
Hoping for a full moon.

I feel like I’m losing you, 
Slipping through my fingers. 
Less than, 
Out of control.
Like there’s no sense of time.

Hello birdie,
You flown on my shoulder and sung me a melody.
A melody that couldn’t be replicated
A melody that was meant for me.
I’ve been hooked to the tune ever since…
My sweet birdie
You’re so free.
I fear you’ll soar so far
You won’t come back home.

I see you’re a special one
Your melody is different.
It sends fireworks through my veins—
Rushing to my vitals—
Pumping and generating pure love.

How selfish of I to have something so beautiful.
I wait on you by the window,
But you’ve slowly stopped coming.
I don’t look for any other symphony but yours.
But I guess I’ve stopped listening to your song…

I’ve shut my window and closed my ears.
Tuned myself into other noise.
You’ve flown so far from me I can no longer hear you.
That is my fault…
Have I taken advantage of your specialness?
I fear you’ll sing that same melody elsewhere.

God, my sweet songbird
What have I done?…
So gentle
So serene.
I fear you’ve already sung that special tune to someone else.
Open my window and stick my head out,
I put my ear against the wind
And waited.
Waiting…
Is it too late?

You’ve grown tired of singing to me
But I won’t stop.
I’ll stand by my window and wait.
Wait till I hear your nectarous symphony again.
I won’t stop
Till I feel you on my shoulder once again,
Home at last…

I stood in the midst and took my oath
Swore on my life I’d fight till my knees buckled.

Murdered those close to me in sacrifice.
Slained the ones that came close to you.
Battled till I saw the sun,

Weep and mourned till the moon appeared.
Taking wounds after wounds,
I rose and slained.
Tread the rocky alps and strong tides.

For what I thought was defending my own,
Turned into a betrayal of deadly sins.
I’ve thrown up the flag of ivory
with the promise of relinquishing my fight.

The rain washes the ick from the world. Cleansing me.
Healing me internally.
Who would have thought that rain can rinse away
the illness of the corrupted mind.
Who knew such organic smells could transform
your outer being.
You’re a plant in mother nature’s womb.
Kissed by lilacs and nurtured with the
sap of a Thousand Oaks.
Let the rain purify the marred heart
and guide those lossless souls back to
the innocent land.
Like a fairy, travel back to the
motherland of abundance and
self love.

Call me when you need a hug
I’m there.
You send me through tears,
Beautifully painful.
I’m just a call away.
Through the wire
Passed the dial buttons
Into the speaker
Is my hug for you.
You need me as much as I do.
Let the sea waves soothe you.
Let the wind trickle down your body.
As I hug you through this digital world.

Touch me like I’m a daisy,
Gentle with grace and calmness.
Speak love into my ears,
Lilac memories that flow in the cool moonless night.
Gentle, as if I’m porcelain.
Loud vibrato and clashing scorning
Rubs me like a thorn prickling my neck.
I feel minuscule,
Backed into a corner
With my arms out
Aching for embrace.
You talk as if
Your tongue is on fire,
Scorching my bare skin.
I am not sandpaper,
“You want me soft
But give me a hard life…”
My heart jumps in anticipation—
Looking over my shoulder
Hoping it doesn’t come back.
We were so soft,
Fresh linen sheets spun to perfection.
Frocklining through a field of
Admiration and affection.
What went wrong?
My timid heart is weakened.
I just want to be held like a daisy,
Soft.