I know all too well
how to speak as if
we are strangers.

We were a perfect match,
But sadly matches burn.

Leaving bridges in flames
and walls in glorious ruin

I stepped into the open air
tears reaching my collarbone

while sledgehammer and matches
slipped from trembling fingers inside.

oft was the night as a child that i did dream
of such eyes that would captivate
and stop the earth's rotation

and in adolescence i found so many reasons
to think that i might have found those eyes
only to find that they did pale in the comparison
so i found myself dreaming again

though i did not want to wake
as the dreams held more promise
the hope in me did not cede

now as a man i had lost the dream
until i saw yours in the dimly lit cabin
of my pale green 2003 nissan altima
and that every day since
has been but a dream come true

No wonder the world is falling apart
Superman no longer has access to a phone booth

"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."