Pride..
Ego..
I don't need anyone but myself.

Walking around the corner
alone with my shadow.
Listening to the silence
like a deaf and mute with no one to talk to.

I've been in hard times
struggling to survive on my own
with no one to lean on
like a bamboo standing strong.

But each day,
living becomes tougher,
my heart is so severed,
that it couldn't hold on much longer.

Until you came
Giving me new hope,
a reason to live,
a reason to love.

I don't want to alone anymore,
I just want to be with you always.
Please stay by my side.

I have recently became aware,
And realized it to be unfair,
That most poems I write are about me.
This is only by chance, not how I choose it to be.
And if this wasn't a big enough clue.
This poem I've begun, will be about you.
Happy doesn't describe what I am with you.
I never thought a boy could complete me, but you do.
When you look at me I always feel that spark.
A day without you is a day in the dark.
My love for you lives deep in my heart.
If you were to go , you'd tear me apart.
I long to hear your voice ring on my ears.
It's the only voice that could bring me to tears.
I never thought I could love this much.
Constantly, I am longing for your touch.
You really were made for me, and I for you.
You've always let me know you love me too.
It's truly unbelievable the way that I feel.
And it's really to bad that you aren't even real

Gold sandy beaches flow from her follicles
Eyes like oceans, the Atlantic and Pacific are storming with jealousy
Her personality washes over slowly, low tide waves calm treacherous nerves
I use to navigate these water so well, acting the part of a sailor
These days, I consider myself lucky to hear her crash against the shore
My fingertips will never forget the feeling of sand between them

Half empty glasses
are on the table
in the living room.
Materialistic proof
that I never finish
what I start.

Your name never fails to appear.
On little LCD screens. On the back
of my eyelids where I trace the letters
as if they belonged to me.

My heart claws its way up my throat
like the way I claw at my scalp.
My face. My hair. Everytime
my phone lights up,
your name never fails to appear.

You messaged me yesterday.
Snide words about present company
and then wanted to see me. I agreed
because I no longer remembered the
sound of your voice. Those tones
and inflections that make the
ugliest insults sound like a church choir.
Spiritual. Soulful.
Your laugh rang through the car
like it has through the hollows
of my mind every night when
eyes are closed, beds are empty
and I try to remember the sound
of your voice.

My grip on reality is loosening
My hold on this earth is slipping
Fish flying and birds swimming
No note rhyme or reason
There are elephants the size of ants
And bees like 747's dropping bombs
What's real and what's imagined?
Am I in one dimension or another?
Gravity doesn't exist and smiles are insults
Shaking hands is an act of war
Going on one million times over
War happening in the palm of my hand
Which way is earth? I live underground
My guitar weeps tears of blood
Coming out of every string and fret
Shadows come out of my fingertips
Nothing is safe, objects have mace
Ready and armed for an attack
On the human race
Human race