i'm
pointless
like the shape of the earth,
rounded
without any
resolve...
floating away.

too many things
are kidnapped by my gravity
(a gravity i wish i didn't have)
and made to revolve
around me.

existence
is futile
but must be done
for if i die...

everything dies

i must stop falling in love
with boys who write poems.
they love a love that's lost
they love a love that is misery
they love the cuts on my arms.
they only want
a sad-eyed muse
and i cannot be sad
all the time

No matter which notes are played on still waters
they weigh heavy on my pain
when they fall.  
There are days when I realize
I am spinning 'round
and murmuring,
feeling forced and raw.

It seems that time dwindles down
into its own sea
then wakes the night
asking to be filled with hours.
Everything I do
seems to make time kiss the places
where I spin,
stroking........
as it devours.

I can feel a searing look
from eyes on the sidelines
when I attempt to  hold the jewels of darkness
next to me.  
Their footsteps
are like the million curses of tears,
stinging..........endlessly.

Before the door closes on my life's journey
I know the moon will rise
in all its angelic innocence
once again.
Until then, I will dream
of polishing those jewels,
spinning round
here......
insane.

It's early
morning hours
before dawn
just me
and
my coffee
waiting for the
sun to rise
and
kiss the sky
I
catch myself
smiling
because I'm
thinking of
you
Sweetie
So I thank
you

If there ever
comes
a point in time
when you feel
it's time
for you to
move on
whether it be
tomorrow or a
week or year
from now
always
remember these
words
YOU WILL ALWAYS
HAVE A
SPECIAL PLACE
IN MY
HEART
FOR I'VE BEEN
TRULY
BLESSED TO HAVE
YOU IN MY
LIFE