You are the wilted flower in the sea of the dead…
The last beautiful sign of a world forgot –
Your beauty stretches beyond the words,
Tipping over the cliffs of tongues,
Crashing into the abyss and swallowed –
Eaten whole,
Forgotten…
You are the last droplet of sun,
Kissing the horizon as you asunder from the day –
Leaving your taste in the sky,
Painted with the colors of your soul…

thoughts
fears
aspirations
goals
hopes
dreams

reflections
interactions
misinterpretations
observations

i read this list
the list you started
so many years before
back in the beginning

i sit in your shadow
and read it
with swollen eyelids
and a heavy heart
but not nearly as heavy
as the silence
that now fills the room
your room

the space
you can no longer fill
and will never
be able to fill again

i trace your letters
with my finger
and hear your voice
dictating the scribble
on the page
as I try to follow along
through thick tears

i don't know
which is worse
being forced to
let you go
or being haunted
by the memories
taking your place

We are born lovers,
Before we lost our hearts,
Denying the Creator.

Skeleton in my closet
How I wish you were dead
Your memories gather
Dust in my head

Skeleton in my closet
I wish you were a ghost
To justify your haunting
How you press fear into my bones

Skeleton in my closet
Your insides are empty
Why must you pretend to be alive?

I no longer cry
but when I'm alone I no longer laugh
they no longer laugh
so every night I give up
on each cloud I rise
pick my thoughts up off the ground
gone like my eyes when I start coming down
"I almost remembered-"
thankfully they all forgot
"We'll never become something we're not."
we laugh, and laugh and before we start crying
we'll hope it won't last
maybe this time we're dying

I am floored.

She teaches me with brown eyes the youth I've forgotten.
Every breath I take in thought of her pulls heavy on my lungs.
I can't stop.
The blankets I lay on turn to flesh and I firmly grasp what I'm able.
Her scent still lingers from our last lay.
Inhaling these moments only intensifies our time spent together.
****** ******* frenzy.
This woman rewrites what I claim of passion.
I know nothing now - she must lead me and I follow.
Her lips secrete the sweetest wine, her tongue uncorks me.
She wants me on cold kitchen counters and wooden floors.
I can't keep count.
We are sinning for the worse, the relationship founded on ***.
Reckless turns us on,
we push and pull and pinch and grab and bite and nibble and lick our way to the next line.
Whatever it takes to get off - she & I must have it all.

These storms of passion return a calm to my chest.
I'm reassured of who I am - why I am.
She has floored me, and I ******* love it.

You say the sky is the limit
But it surely isn’t mine
You say I’m arrogant
But I say I’m confident
You say ‘Reach for the stars’
But I’m already out of the Milky Way
You say ‘Write it in the sand’
But I say edge it on the rock
You say I’m a liar
But I say our truths aren’t the same
You say I’m needy
But I say you’re greedy
You say I’m lost
But I say we aren’t on the same path
You say I’m off-beat
But I say we dance to different beats
You say I came last
But I say I ran a different race
You say ‘Don’t compare to the others’
But I say it’s my motivation
Do you know
I like you here
Do you know
You challenge me
Do you know
You counter me
But overall
You comfort me
Because without you
I’d have no victory
And with no victory
What would entertain me?

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   There are scenes of which we should never takes pictures to remember because they are most memorable and best contemplated when in person.
   Likewise, in love sometimes words are no enough and are better left unsaid. Only in silence can we express our feelings of love. Our eyes can speak a million words more each second than our vocal cords. Spoken words are merely in the way that separates two souls. Why speak when our eyes can make us one, and our lips can kiss? No words are necessary here.
   Words may fade away, but the memories of what we did those silent days will remain for us to contemplate on quiet days.