I joke about being lonely all the time, but I don't think anybody gets that it isn't a joke anymore.

I see you in my tea,
Because before you would be here, sipping and smiling with me.
And I see you in the flowers,
Because we'd sit amongst the poppies for hours, speaking  over the breeze.
Oh, I see you in the forest,
Because your eyes, they stole their colour from the trees.

I'm tired of silently suffering and struggling

A delicate warm embrace
Kiss my heart
Freeze my tears
Dissolve my pain
Steal my seclusion
Feel my heart skip
Touch my vulnerability
Sooth my delicate soul
Let my spirit cuddle yours with love.
Wrap and restore me
In the softness of affection.

© Jl 2016

I am just a poet
Not your future friend
Not your soulmate
I'm not a hero
Not someone who is going to make great changes in the world

You don't know what you think you know about me
My words are just words

Some are mine,
some yours
Some his, hers
Some are stolen,
twisted around until they're something else

I am just a poet
Not a butterfly landing on your cheek
when you're feeling small and weak

No, I am just a poet

There is truth in every lie
But you don't know a thing about me

I take other people's truths and turn them into my lies, my lines, my stories

I hear the voice of the world and I store it in my mind
for later times
when I may feel the need to sit and write out rhymes

I am just a poet
and nothing more

Narcolepsy* hard and heavy watch me fall asleep
            Lulled to bed in a cunning thread of the tangled web we weave
    I dream in pristine colors, windows of my mind anew
No fingerprints or ***** looks or evidence of you

         I find comfort in forever wherever it may be
        I may have left my home but it will always stay with me
                 The smell of all the smoke with the sound of all the rain
   On constant playback every second deep within my brain

        I found that time is all that matters and everything else faded
        I spent years and years learning how to forget everything I hated
    I've only gotten older and have nothing left to show
              Except a ringing alarm clock and blood on my pillow

     Narcolepsy** hard and heavy watch me as I sleep
     Another pill, another high, another date to keep
      If I shall die before I wake, I hope that I'm with you
    Then it won't matter where I go, cause you will see me through